<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311</id><updated>2012-01-25T21:59:42.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching Beyond Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>357</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-7767545550759378004</id><published>2012-01-07T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T21:37:17.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turbulence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The first week of internship had passed. Didn't enjoy it, not even one bit of it. I was in the same department before but the environment and the atmosphere is very much different. It was warmer back then. Now I felt neglected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either I am being paranoid and its really because I sat too far, or they are really acting coldly towards me. I don't remember making them mad because I didn't even see them for the past year. And yet Mr. H still pisses me off as ever, calling me "mangkuk" every now and then, say I never do my job properly because I missed certain details. Excuse me, people are allowed to make mistakes. And so am I. What pisses me off the most, he wont even write the recommendation for the ACCA scholarship letter for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to learn stop arguing with him. I tend to do that whenever he say I am wrong. And he have the power to evaluates me. I should really pray hard that he don't evaluate me badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, the next entry will be of joy and happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-7767545550759378004?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7767545550759378004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=7767545550759378004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7767545550759378004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7767545550759378004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2012/01/turbulence.html' title='Turbulence'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-2217682367413505375</id><published>2012-01-02T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:23:07.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow marks a new day. I will be undergoing my last intern. Meeting back the same colleagues. And hopefully, they don't expect much from me and treat me better? At least let me listen to mp3 without sabotaging my evaluation marks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know how it feels working in that environment. No music, no entertainment. You can say goodbye to your sanity. Of course, I shall refrain from doing that too much. Hopefully, supervisor, this time you can give me a better mark!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-2217682367413505375?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2217682367413505375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=2217682367413505375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2217682367413505375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2217682367413505375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2012/01/tomorrow-marks-new-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-7226662621293350068</id><published>2011-12-29T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T12:31:20.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you have in mind when you heard of New Year?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebration? Party? Resolutions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am probably not one that should be discussing resolutions, knowing me it will never be fulfilled. And that is why I never made one in the first place. If I don't make it, I won't have the obligations to fulfil it. Why make them knowing that you won't do it in the first place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you have the mindset of "I will get it done later" even with daily chores, you can sod resolutions. But its a good change to have resolutions to change yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Stop procrastinating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This should be a good enough resolution. Just that I didn't get through with it either. But now that I am going to step into the working world, there probably isn't much things for me to procrastinate about. Sad story but true. If only my work is going to be more challenging in a different way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-7226662621293350068?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7226662621293350068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=7226662621293350068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7226662621293350068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7226662621293350068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-do-you-have-in-mind-when-you-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-7280864913846277368</id><published>2011-12-29T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T12:14:00.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.htc.com/managed-assets/www/smartphones/htc-sensation-xe/specs/details.png" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new Handsome :D I want to have this. It got a really classy look with black and a hint of red. My favourite colour. But in order to get this, I will have to get a phone contract and my brother, scratch that, the whole family will have to sub line under me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem: Can I have pay off those upcoming debts? Knowing that my brother and father don't pay their phone debts. And its not only that one hundred, its thousands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Drools* This baby is too handsome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-7280864913846277368?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7280864913846277368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=7280864913846277368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7280864913846277368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7280864913846277368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-handsome-d-i-want-to-have-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-8837278309279262554</id><published>2011-12-27T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T12:56:55.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little sudden but Bleach 478, you are really a waste of time for me to read the few panels of Orihime crying for people she barely knew. She felt sorry for Riruka, sure I get it but I still think those tears are pointless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-8837278309279262554?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8837278309279262554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=8837278309279262554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8837278309279262554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8837278309279262554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-sudden-but-bleach-478-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-5424491934047937354</id><published>2011-12-27T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T12:36:59.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a blessed Christmas :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being doing nothing much besides hanging out right in front of the TV, just to relax and enjoy my final holiday. Independent project was taxing to the point I slept at 4 to 6 am every day without fail and waking up early to continue. Glad it's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking back to this year, it got to be one of the most turbulent year I ever had. Having feuds with uni mates. Worst thing ever. But at least I know which friends stays with me till the very end. There is no need for a bunch of friends when they don't reciprocate your sacrifices. My first friend in university is my very best one. The one that sticks with me during hard times. Am very grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holiday is going to end soon and right after my internship, I will step right into the working world as a full fledged adult. It's lonely to say that I won't be studying any more. I already missed the feeling of reading. doing homework, attending lecture class, and chatting with friends. It would be totally different when I am working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To think I am going back to the same department and meeting the people that I don't really want to meet again is tough. I sure hope next year will be a better year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-5424491934047937354?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5424491934047937354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=5424491934047937354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5424491934047937354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5424491934047937354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2011/12/had-blessed-christmas-being-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-7599926861238371624</id><published>2011-10-18T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T19:02:51.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely day</title><content type='html'>Went to Pavillion today to get a cup of Ochado milk tea. Tea-ish as always. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I saw Natsume Yuujinchou San DVD and Ouran High School Host Club. It will be in my wish list. I thought I would be able to get hold of them by working part time but parents forbid me from taking part time job because of transportation problems but I shall use this opportunity to be more productive than ever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am setting a higher target in my data collections today as usual but most of the times I am unable to achieve it. Over estimated of my own's abilities. A little disappointed on my own capabilities but a higher goal is nevertheless necessary to keep myself motivated. Maybe I should find some ways to reach those targets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for my green tea pudding to harden so I can eat my dessert :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-7599926861238371624?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7599926861238371624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=7599926861238371624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7599926861238371624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7599926861238371624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2011/10/lovely-day.html' title='Lovely day'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-4179274640271161748</id><published>2011-10-18T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T01:34:38.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>Just realized I won the writing challenge in 2nd place where in actual I am considered the last, considering out of 4 authors there is 3 tie in for second place. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gave out the prizes for donation instead ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must check email regularly and follow up with whatever you have posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-4179274640271161748?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4179274640271161748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=4179274640271161748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4179274640271161748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4179274640271161748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=';)'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-5528477984587270739</id><published>2011-10-11T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T10:01:15.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Today should be a productive day! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No longer can afford slacking off! Let's make today a great day :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-5528477984587270739?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5528477984587270739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=5528477984587270739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5528477984587270739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5528477984587270739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2011/10/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-2954208740148072865</id><published>2011-10-08T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T18:56:28.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show is not just a show</title><content type='html'>After a long hiatus for not updating my blog, I am up and about. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is so many things going on in my life, basically just about my studies and people. But there are always things that are able to cheer my already down life. As usual, nothing beats a good anime, or a good book and a cup of hot mushroom soup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, not much of new anime that caught my attention, I wonder is it just they lack of quality or I am getting old (just reach legal age) or the requirements and the things that get me going in an anime changes. Seriously, as a female, I don't enjoy watching shows with 9/10 ratio of  population consists of majority females. Not to mention, with body figure as slim as a stick and with not so realistic chest size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pardon me for being rude. That's how as a female myself view these anime. Sure they are mostly directed to guys in general but guys aren't the only ones that enjoy anime. I prefer those that talk mostly how people grow, relates to real life...that one are able to watch through it and thought 'Ahh, I ought to take this as an example.' For example,&lt;b&gt; Hanasaku Iroha&lt;/b&gt;. Girls are the main characters there but what does this show teaches us? That sometimes we just have to make our own lives a better one to live in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fantasies, supernatural and even action, regardless of their genre, what is good is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You think &lt;b&gt;Full Metal Alchemist&lt;/b&gt; is all about fighting? &lt;b&gt;xxxHolic&lt;/b&gt; is just about supernatural?  Wrong. They teaches us everything are off equivalent exchanges. You can't have this without exchanging for it of equivalent amount. Never take for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its all these shows that make people now a better people. Not just for the sake of entertaining. Watching shows can be a way of learning in becoming a better people, I believe. And give those who said anime is childish and those who said whoever watched them are not really living in reality a slap to face (literally, not action wise) that we learn more like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: Did I mention that when I got no motivation, anime motivates me? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-2954208740148072865?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2954208740148072865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=2954208740148072865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2954208740148072865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2954208740148072865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2011/10/show-is-not-just-show.html' title='Show is not just a show'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-4991637418625352146</id><published>2010-07-27T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:25:37.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape.</title><content type='html'>My imaginations are running wild at full blast lately. Its either my brain decided to have entertainment by itself or I am really whacked in the brain. Must be the first one since I have been doing this for a long time, that I can't exactly remember when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although knowing they are purely imagination on my behalf and there is no way they are going to happen ever, I still wish they do. I wouldn't call exactly call it escaping from reality entirely, but there is half of it. But I realized I am grasping for reality as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I without reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality makes me for who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-4991637418625352146?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4991637418625352146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=4991637418625352146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4991637418625352146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4991637418625352146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2010/07/escape.html' title='Escape.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-894567111540996247</id><published>2010-07-22T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:46:54.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello :D</title><content type='html'>I know I didn't get to update my blog for a long long time. Since I have to update friend's list, I might as well write something here (although I went through a tough time trying to log in) and also contemplating whether I should use the blue template design or the orange one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the font for the blue one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I am sick of trying to please everyone but somehow I can't escape it. When mum keeps on saying something, a very good example, getting a hair cut, I couldn't help but want to please her. I wasn't really intending to trim so soon but I don't like disappointing her as if it will make her unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from getting a haircut, there are a lot of things I wish I can stop pleasing everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, I shouldn't do this. They wouldn't like it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't. What if mum gets scolded?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it affordable?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...It's like every single thing I want to do for myself, I have to through many levels of deep thoughts and consideration before I can decide what I should do. And it always doesn't end up with me having the advantage. Even as simple as going out for movies, I have to ask to make sure dad is free, need to know whether mum needs me, or if I went out too long, what is going to happen to mum or is mum feeling lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She probably won't but I guess I am being paranoid in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie and Mum complained once "Why need to ask permission? You want to go out then  go out." Yea, though mum says that, don't think she meant it or is it paranoid me? But if I just go out without asking permission or seeing the expression on her face for indication whether I have approval, that would be bad right? What if she doesn't want me to go and I just go without asking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want but probably sometime where I have no need to consider what other thinks before doing something. Spontaneous perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRM is making my brain hazy. Cannot even fully comprehend what am I talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Keeping secret within family is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-894567111540996247?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/894567111540996247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=894567111540996247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/894567111540996247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/894567111540996247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-d.html' title='Hello :D'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-9065821397705902755</id><published>2010-05-19T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:41:37.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapsand more craps.</title><content type='html'>And so you think I am very free to update my blog, which is, yes, at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently rotting my ass off in library computer lab. Doing nothing but thinking what I should do. So its pretty unproductive if you ask me. Oh...maybe I should search for journals. Yea. Good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any good idea what to research on? Brain kinda dead after my Company Law test. Having doubts on my answers actually. So Facebook is alittle stupid or IE is alittle stupid, I don't know which but still, because I cannot off the window or both. So I need to open a new one. If my email or password get leaks out, I know where is the problem then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its a habit of mine to type something when I am bored which reminds me I am in hiatus for so long without giving out notification and I am feeling guilty about it...a little. Brain dead remember? And lately, scractch that, a year and a half ago, I stopped reading fanfic, not because I got bored of it because there aren't any nice fanfic to read. Picky, and thats me! The plot is so typical its not even interesting anymore. My favourite fanfic writers seems to be MIA in the world of writing fanfic as well. Everytime I browse through, its some weird, tacky plot and x-rated (why can't people write something mild a little?) that I don't even bother to click and read at all. Why must it always be x-rated? What is wrong with just hug and kisses? Must it be over just to prove those two love each other so deeply that nothing can break them apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer angst a little though, gave out a bittersweet feeling and not so out of character that it hurts to read someone you know but behave entirely as a different person. For example, you don't see Rukia go saying something like "Oh..I love you very much. I can't leave without you. I will be dead if you leave me." See the point? *shivers* The thought of it gave me goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will excel if questions were to ask me "Simply crap something". I exceeded word limit too I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know that its a taboo to take people's work and claim it as your own in the mass comm field, or whatever field it is? That fella got the guts to claim my work and my friend's work and said she did it. Gosh! That was so .... . I am speechless. No words to describe this kind of act. Its immoral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only 11.32 a.m. now. One more hour to 12.30 p.m. Time, will you please hurry up? I ran out of things to say already. Okay okay. Search journals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-9065821397705902755?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/9065821397705902755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=9065821397705902755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/9065821397705902755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/9065821397705902755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2010/05/crapsand-more-craps.html' title='Crapsand more craps.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-5995122899950804361</id><published>2010-05-08T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:29:47.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyyy.</title><content type='html'>Heyyy. Long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asked to update, which explains why I am here. You know, I don't get the point of updating and having a blog if you don't give access to people to read which is almost the whole lot of my friend list there. I wish you all could have tell me you guys are not updating anymore, therefore, there is no need for me to invite you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason what-so-ever. That annoys me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not like I did a good job in maintaining my blog. I might abandon it, or move depending on my mood and the level of lifelessness of this blog. Its so dead even I found it uninteresting. I got things to say and write but I doubt that it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. Results for past semester is finally out and I wasn't expecting any good results so I am pretty proud of whatever results I have since I did my very best on it. A new semesters starts. As usual, there are always something different in every new semester, be it the lecturer or the subject itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for my life now. I need to concentrate on eating my oranges. Vitamin C intake oh yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I missed out a lot on my anime! I got many animes and episodes to catch up with. It's devastating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-5995122899950804361?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5995122899950804361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=5995122899950804361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5995122899950804361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5995122899950804361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2010/05/heyyy.html' title='Heyyy.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-1371703651983967402</id><published>2010-03-21T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:03:41.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like being compared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I am scared of taking taxi alone is as if its a crime itself. I can't help to be paranoid with all those news going around on how dangerous about taking taxi alone. Why can't they just leave me alone with me not liking to take taxi? Just because my two successful cousins used to take taxi to school or work alone or they used to have part time jobs while they were studying, doesn't mean I have to be compared to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry, my brain is not good enough to catch up with studies while working. If they used to do it, I believe that's the difference between me and them. Don't make it as if I need to do it as well. IF they commit suicide, do I have follow them? If they decided to not work anymore, should I do the same? Almost everything in my life that I did, its a comparison to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see people's daughter keeps the house clean"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see your two cousin so good, earn a lot of money, and still can take care of the house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder maybe I should just tell people my name is YMY, not my cousins or some other people's daughter. I don't really care if  mum said that which I believe they always believes someone else child is better and I kind of got used to it but I don't enjoy being teased by some other people who just because their child is better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I am that terrible. Its just that I don't like taking taxi alone. What is wrong with them? Not like if I don't take taxi once alone, I will die. "What about when you need to work? Or boss ask you to take taxi to deliver a very important document?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that situation arises where I really have no choice but to do it, I will. Why are we discussing the future now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "You work while you study, just like your two cousin sisters did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry genius sisters and auntie who got two super smart and capable daughter. I am not that well capable to catch up with you. Stop comparing. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-1371703651983967402?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/1371703651983967402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=1371703651983967402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1371703651983967402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1371703651983967402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-like-being-compared.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-4335326073540620723</id><published>2010-03-18T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:12:57.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless.</title><content type='html'>When you meet someone, doesn't matter how often, when it clicks, it clicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.5 hours of conversation. Another 0.5 in the car on the way home. Continuous. How scary.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got tummy ache for laughing too much(not due to gas), jaw ache, back ache and  a nose block. Bet the waiters were glad to have us gone. Too noisy. I too tired to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: The computer hang for one hour before I can use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-4335326073540620723?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4335326073540620723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=4335326073540620723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4335326073540620723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4335326073540620723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2010/03/endless.html' title='Endless.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-6188789429184395201</id><published>2010-03-16T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:54:30.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been updating for a month and more. It used to be something special because I almost never failed to update regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got nothing to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need to get rid of that uncertainties and the frustration I have been feeling starting from this year. Did I mention starting from this year, I couldn't get up as easily as before? Must be due to old age. The big fat 2 at the front weights a lot apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy assignments lately. Can't even enjoy my break although I finish work. Where is my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FMA Chapter 105 ROX! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-6188789429184395201?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/6188789429184395201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=6188789429184395201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6188789429184395201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6188789429184395201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2010/03/halo.html' title='Halo.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-2442289341514927631</id><published>2010-02-11T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:55:31.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The new chapter of xxxHolic bugged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*spoilers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole love confession kinda bugged me. Yea. They love each other but I don't like them loving each other. Himawari may not be as annoying as some orange goody-two-shoes in Bleach, but still I hate the fact they share something more than just a normal friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT BUGGED ME SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. This pisses me off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-2442289341514927631?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2442289341514927631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=2442289341514927631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2442289341514927631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2442289341514927631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-chapter-of-xxxholic-bugged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-1458081130915338962</id><published>2010-02-10T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:12:28.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bought a new phone. Negotiation less than 5 minutes. I was saying the phone looks nice and I need to reply message while complaining the key pad is not functioning...and that's how I am now officially broke. Need to go bank after CNY not to save money but to withdraw money. Oh well, my working money which was supposed to be use to purchase a new computer is now used to purchase phone.Brother practically ripped off the plastic and then show me the phone, took off my SIM card and insert it into the phone. My old phone is with him, will no longer see it anymore. I didn't even get to say goodbye. And my memory card still with my brother. Will I ever get it back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more outings. Cut down on movies. Ang pao money give me more (doubted that)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money money come to me. Come to mommy baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-1458081130915338962?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/1458081130915338962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=1458081130915338962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1458081130915338962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1458081130915338962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2010/02/bought-new-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-3893945572010389669</id><published>2010-02-07T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:39:48.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be having Financial Accounting 2 mid-term. A little nervous here, not much studying is being done and I am still procrastinating here. I really need to do something about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being random here. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-3893945572010389669?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3893945572010389669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=3893945572010389669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3893945572010389669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3893945572010389669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2010/02/tomorrow-will-be-having-financial.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-99045106260525903</id><published>2010-02-01T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:45:44.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately, I didn't really have the motivation to update my blog. There are a lot of things that I can possibly blog about but I didn't have the proper way putting them into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotten very very lazy. Probably my holiday mood hasn't ended or more like because I had my internship for the past two months and straight away start college, I felt that I didn't get enough break. I wanted to skip class because I do not want to wake up. See, how pig I've become? I was already practicing half pig half human philosophy but now I am practicing fully pig philosophy. *shakes head* Incurable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to pump up my motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am getting addicted to Detective Conan AGAIN after a long time of being inactive with the series. very very long series. Totally the wrong time to be addicted to anime. No longer watching Shugo Chara. Wanted to watch but no sufficient time. I missed Yoru!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-99045106260525903?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/99045106260525903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=99045106260525903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/99045106260525903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/99045106260525903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2010/02/lately-i-didnt-really-have-motivation.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-1463790940112955239</id><published>2010-01-16T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:49:08.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank God mum is alright now. I was so afraid she has to stay a night in the hospital. The 9 to 10 hours of wait is dreadful but seeing my mum feeling cold and sick is much more worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-1463790940112955239?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/1463790940112955239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=1463790940112955239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1463790940112955239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1463790940112955239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-god-mum-is-alright-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-7939836927931487928</id><published>2010-01-16T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T11:29:56.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met with Potato today. Not deliberately though. I was following WL's car to college and her dad is supposed to teach Potato driving^^. Her expression when she sees me is priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some humiliating time taking pictures looking like a retard. Stain of my life. Full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to learn how to split my time into three now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it when my mom gets sick. I have the urge to scold her. Well I did scold her. Not only she sounded like dead zombie walking around, she doesn't listen to us and doing something else when she isn't supposed to. You see! She doesn't want to rest and  yet she moaned how unfeeling well she is. What a dilemma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-7939836927931487928?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7939836927931487928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=7939836927931487928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7939836927931487928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7939836927931487928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2010/01/met-with-potato-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-8896415102565217950</id><published>2010-01-03T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:01:37.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It would be nice if God can read blog because I don't think my words are reaching him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break.  I want to be selfish. I want to turn a blind eye on everything and have my small little wishes come true. I don't want to give up the things that I want to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when will all this end. I am so sick of everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-8896415102565217950?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8896415102565217950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=8896415102565217950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8896415102565217950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8896415102565217950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-would-be-nice-if-god-can-read-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-5123304391117076800</id><published>2009-11-14T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:26:33.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The silliest thing.</title><content type='html'>Blind and very uncoordinated me banged myself on a glass pane while trying to get a closer look at those sparkly jeweleries. It sounded "Bong" like that and my first thought was "Oh! There's a glass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course dumb me knew there was a glass pane there but you couldn't control what you are thinking about at the moment when you are being surprised. After all its my first time being this ridiculously blind.I think I didn't know that the glass will be so near. So I kinda thought I can go nearer but I guess not. I immediately rub my head when WL burst out laughing next to me while crouching down which being idiotic me thought she also hit the glass pane which is obviously not. I am on my own on that. She was laughing like mad which made me to crouch down next to her and start laughing while rubbing my forehead at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after WL pointed it out. I do realize I haven't updated in a long time? I don't remember when. Oh well. Not that it really matters since there is nothing much to report on. Unless you want to hear me crap about something you all doesn't understand. Except those who watch the same show as me. *glances at friends list*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, not too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Kazehaya-kun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-5123304391117076800?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5123304391117076800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=5123304391117076800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5123304391117076800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5123304391117076800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/11/silliest-thing.html' title='The silliest thing.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-5154837945436937180</id><published>2009-11-01T09:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:31:14.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief recap on Fri and Sat</title><content type='html'>*squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an amazing Thursday  andFriday outing with WL and JY^^ and my next outing will be when my pocket got money. I am officially broke. Thanks girls for following my schedule because I have to work starting tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. We were supposed to go there to catch Time Traveler's Wife and since we (me and WL) reached early, I kind of randomly proposed we watched Jennifer's Body as well. After waited for Jooying and off we proceed. Well the show is kinda freaky at certain parts and Thank God I didn't really get to watch Sorority Row because JY said its even worst. Don't think my heart can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO after having lunch in Subway(My first Subway!), we got time to spare so we went to Borders and we circled the manga/anime section. We go round and talk about the anime we watched, what is nice, the manga, the songs even. To be precise its only me and JY since WL is kinda less updated on the anime part compared to us. We had so much fun talking that we almost missed the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Traveler's Wife. The book is awesome. The movie post-reading is so so. Changed a little, cut some really awesome scenes in the book as usual. The movie pre-reading, I suppose it was pretty good. But then all of sudden, both dear WL and JY started laughing like lunatic at that certain part and I had to laugh along just a little while the girl seated next to JY started glaring daggers at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie officially ended and once again we found ourselves in Borders. And we go round and round the anime/manga section &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. WL complained that we introduced too many nice animes for her during our rounds that she can't remember one of it except Code Geass because me and JY (more on me) commented too many times Lelouch is awesome! Then we go to the fiction parts and we circled there and talk about books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip back to Teratai with bus is even more entertaining. The three noisiest fellow in the bus a.k.a US was talking and laughing non stop that our jaw and stomach hurts but JY is about to get a PHD (Permanent Head Damage) from laughing too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (WL, JY and me) went to the Perpustakaan Negara with such high hopes that we will find really nice fictions like Dan Brown. There is no Dan Brown but there is a Dale Brown. The quality of books there is so terrible it just spoils mood. The direction to guide us to toilet is even wrong. There is no toilet there! Just some empty space with a lot of things thrown there. Totally crush our young nerdy hearts. Then we seated there for a moment talking about Harry Potter. Complaining about Ginny and Harry more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the worst thing happened. We went to Time Square (again) to catch 'This is It' and there is no parking available after much searching. And we found one, we were so happy and JY is attempting her reverse parking but there is this uncivilized person got the guts to show signal and stole our parking even after I signal her from the back seat that we are taking the parking! JY then wind down her window and told her supposedly mother of the driver that the parking is ours, the driver told her mum to transmit her message that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you lambat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASLAKHSGHFKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luckily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;there is this family is going out and so JY parked there while that uncivilized person dare to stand there waiting for us to settle the argument. She just insists that since both party gets the parking its all settle. Whatever reason JY gave us, she just shrugged it off as if she did nothing wrong. She asking us whether we settle and both me and WL showed head and hand signal and even verbally told her "Yea, settle" but that fellow just keep on pestering us. She even have the bloody guts to asked us to respect her because she is older than us and we are students.  Well, I may not have touched my undang book that much but surely I never read about something when it comes to parking, we must respect elders (granted that they are really old then by all means go ahead and park) and you can take people parking because they are slow. We are supposed to respect drivers no matter how old they are. This is totally age discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her insincere apologies is already irritating enough and she still dare to ask us to SHUT UP with hand movement when JY is trying to explain the problem is not both party get the parking, it was that she stole the parking. Some more, she said "I thought you were turning". I was like does the car looks like its in the position of turning with the REVERSE LIGHT on?! I have never encounter such a 'civilized person' like that driver is. Note the sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a long time venting our anger and then while eating plotting out what we will do when we see her again. I almost choke to death there with the french fries inside my mouth while laughing. The best thing is the Michael Jackson movie 'This is It'. It makes me really want to clap at the end of every song but didn't cause its the cinema and we are supposed to be quiet. By the end of the movie, JY and WL cheered while I lost my mood to cheer cause the audience just left when the light is on. I felt that MJ's hard work and effort is unappreciated and mind you, I am not even a really a big fan of MJ. We stayed in the cinema till the very very end along with two girls hearing Heal the World. Just the five of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of coming soon movie I want to watch. 2012, New Moon and The Christmas Carol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that WL and me in the night market is extremely embarrassing?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-5154837945436937180?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5154837945436937180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=5154837945436937180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5154837945436937180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5154837945436937180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/11/brief-recap-on-fri-and-sat.html' title='Brief recap on Fri and Sat'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-3612242553257944997</id><published>2009-10-21T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:11:11.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me to Pavilion^^</title><content type='html'>Today is probably the first time I went out and only to reach home 8 o'clock sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also the end of my final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first time I visited the Pavilion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Wai Ling went to Pavilion to watch movie because I just needed to go watch movie since my last movie was Ice Age 3. Can you imagine how long was that? Unfortunately there isn't much new nice movies so while we were debating what to watch, we decided on White Out. I actually want to watch Sorority Row but the timing is way off. There is no way we can watch it and WL strongly oppose watching that movie cause its horror/thriller. I don't mind as long there is no ghost. Thank you dear WL for accompanying me although you still have your exam next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went for lunch in the food court and we ordered 'Mun Yee Mee'. So basically I am self-eating there and of course being me, its delicious. *laughs* This is the part where you are suppose to laugh and not raise your eyebrow. I am just joking. In fact its an honor to have some food named after me, or probably me named after the food. Since its rare that you see people spell Mun Yee directly. Maybe they have but this is my first time seeing it, so you just let me indulge in the 'me-and-noodle-shared-the-same-name' moment. We had a funny moment during lunch, laughing while eating almost like two idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, blind us after lunch went to the cinema theater and missed Hall 8. Blind us or to be precisely blind me. Even the toilet we have to walk two times to find it. Pavilion is indeed a prestigious place. They even separate the female and male toilet to an extent. Our seat number is A01 and A02 but the first thing we went there is that there is two male seating on our seat and I had to double check my ticket to make sure I did not see wrongly and after those two guy realized they sit wrongly, they quickly trade place but they doesn't know where the seat is although its just right next to us. The older guy even wanted to go out from the cinema and I have to call him back before he actually makes it to the door to explain to him who knows how many times that his seat is next to ours. All settled and White Out begins^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether because its raining (we don't know at that moment) or its the movie that makes the cinema even colder. The venue of the movie is in Antarctica, so yup its all snow, snow and snow. Not to mention cold, cold and cold. Even the spilled water can freeze in merely 3 seconds when the door opened. I saw the temperature listed there is -65 degree Celsius. The only thing that keep on playing inside my mind is 'I never ever want to go to Antarctica!' It's just horrible the weather there. 20 degree with air con for the whole night without blanket to provide warmth, we can feel the coldness. This is negative 65 we are talking about. I have no idea how they film there or actually bath there (as WL keep on pointing out that its impossible XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, its raining heavily. So we walked around while waiting for the rain to stop and browse around the shop. We walked around and look around the bookshop and Oriental furniture and we were saw this tall vase! I am slightly taller than it and while I was browsing around, WL actually peeked into the vase which one pony tail guy said "You wanted to know what's inside?" and I am already laughing there while watching. Then, then we saw this arm chair, originally made in Italy and guess how much it cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 18,868 or something like that. We were touching the armchair to see how special it is. But since the sales girl keep on following us, we decided to go. WL took a picture of it but since its written no pictures allowed, its better to not post it up. This whole place is so un-logical. There is no way I can understand why the things are so expensive there apart from the super expensive rent, and its on a popular spot and they target rich people. But still, the price is so crazily dear! We two act as if we never see them before, gasping at the prices, pointing out on crystals but they were really pretty. They have snow white and the seven dwarf, Tigger and Pooh, Bambi and some other really pretty ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain stopped, we decided to take bus but since we wanted some refreshment, we went to Sg.Wang to buy Cup-Bon. And the bus took for 2 hours before reaching house because of the jam, not to mention extra jam due to the rain earlier. After reaching, we bought burgers which WL almost forgot to pay for them and wanted to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~ It's been such a long time since I enjoyed myself like this. I want to treasure my one week holiday because I am having my internship on November. No more enjoying that time. It will be like pure working life. But I have loads of anime to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleach&lt;br /&gt;Kobato.&lt;br /&gt;Kimi ni Todoke&lt;br /&gt;Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;Tegami Bachi/Letter Bee&lt;br /&gt;Miracle Train&lt;br /&gt;Shugo Chara Party (still debating whether want to continue watching)&lt;br /&gt;Trinity Blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I shall go catch up with my 4 episodes of left out anime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-3612242553257944997?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3612242553257944997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=3612242553257944997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3612242553257944997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3612242553257944997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-to-pavilion.html' title='Me to Pavilion^^'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-3674605527495948129</id><published>2009-10-19T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:17:23.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the beginning of my final exam. Corporate Communication tomorrow and Business Statistics on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so stressful for Corporate Communication because got so many things to read and nothing is entering my brain and I haven't start on Statistics. But I am going to sleep soon. Good night. I am just being random here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-3674605527495948129?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3674605527495948129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=3674605527495948129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3674605527495948129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3674605527495948129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomorrow-is-beginning-of-my-final-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-7398687132456909184</id><published>2009-10-16T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:39:53.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounter.</title><content type='html'>Something funny happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my second trip from Block C to buy some bread to ease my hunger, I was happily munching my bread while seated at one of the table in Block A when one China girl came over to my table and asks whether she can sit there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflexively I replied yes in Mandarin to her while wondering that there are many empty table around me. She started talking Mandarin and I replied back in English that I don't understand. She looked blurred for a moment there and I explained that I am a Malaysian. She got one reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are not Chinese?You are not from China?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I am not China Chinese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time I should put some neon light on my forehead that says "I am not from China...". So we started a conversation with her trying very hard to talk to me in English and I am waiting patiently for her to finish her sentence. She is trying hard, I am impressed. So we started a short conversation and somehow ended with me asking question so that it wouldn't be awkward. Me, stupidly mistaken her as a student asked what is she studying here and she ended up replying me something that doesn't make sense to me until my brain started kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not exactly the same, but the main point is there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What are you studying?&lt;br /&gt;CL: Father and mother...pastor, church...sent me.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Oh what church are you from?&lt;br /&gt;CL: ...(no idea what is she talking about) send me here to talk about Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You are not a student?&lt;br /&gt;CL: No. *silence* Do you only speak English? Malayzi (apparently she says Malaysia or Malay as Malayzi)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I speak Cantonese too.&lt;br /&gt;CL: ....&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know how to speak Cantonese (in Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;CL: Oh Cantonese (Mandarin) You know how to hear ...(Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Me: A little (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;CL: You are...from here?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes here KL. I am Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;CL: Your father and mother?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Here too.&lt;br /&gt;CL: Your grandfather and grandmother?&lt;br /&gt;Me: They are not here. They are dead.&lt;br /&gt;CL: Korean?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah no.&lt;br /&gt;CL: Japan...?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah no. I am pure Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;CL: Oh! Malayzi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conversation goes on. She told me her name is Juth, which I kept on hearing as Juice. Please don't laugh. She repeated so many times and so did I. I said my name, she told me she is 23 and I told her I am 19. Apparently I must have not look like a 19 because she seems skeptical. How depressing! Then I commented that she look young and she say yes and told me she need to continue working. And I with too much enthusiasm said bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is I thought I established the fact that I am a Malaysian from the very beginning. Maybe she didn't understand what I was saying but I must say I never expected that she doubted my ethnicity. I thought she wanted to know whether I and my parents are from KL or not. When she asked the part about my grandparents I couldn't help wondering why my grandparents too and I guess she didn't hear the part that my grandparents are dead which I repeated twice (not in the convo above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken aback when she said the word Korean and Japanese which I then finally understood what is she trying to ask. She is trying to figure out where did I get my non-local Chinese face (which is not true. I looked very local-ish!) come from by asking whether my grandparents are Korean or Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. I guess its around 10 minutes or more we chatted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-7398687132456909184?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7398687132456909184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=7398687132456909184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7398687132456909184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7398687132456909184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/10/encounter.html' title='Encounter.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-3172857198976847108</id><published>2009-10-10T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:47:29.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeydew Milkshake Expedition</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's trip to pasar malam is very entertainingly silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me and WL never failed to visit the night market every Friday just because of the honeydew milkshake that we are addicted with. Yesterday it actually slipped my mind that there is night market and the honeydew milkshake never once crossed my mind until my mum asked me to buy another cup for my dad as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *in the progress of SMS-ing with WL*&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Later you buy one more of the 'drink' for your dad also. Let him try.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hah?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: If you got go with WaiLing to pasar malam.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. You really addicted already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I played a major part in getting my mum addicted to it as well and now along with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I am going to buy 3 (previously intended to buy 4) and WL is going to buy 2. The total will be 5 honeydew milkshake. Being slightly ashamed of our bulk purchasing, I suggested that we call some imaginary friend pretending to order for them as well. That is a pretty good idea actually if we have the guts to pull out that idea without laughing first. When we reached that particular 'Shin Chan' stall, nobody was purchasing at all, and we decided to come back later so it wouldn't be so obvious considering how we never fail to visit every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second trip to the stall, it was still empty! Nobody is drinking milkshake yesterday! So, we walk all the the way back to the beginning of the night market and to the post office and back again from the beginning. Only on our 3rd trip, then WL finally bought them! I was laughing. Meanie me &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So practically we wouldn't have to be like this if I didn't get my mum addicted to it. Then I would just be buying for myself.She is the main reason we have to go for bulk purchasing(and all honeydew too!).  Now I think I would have to purchase for my dad's portion as well if I happens to go to night market again because this time it's my mum's fault for making him addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bulk purchasing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-3172857198976847108?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3172857198976847108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=3172857198976847108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3172857198976847108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3172857198976847108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/10/honeydew-milkshake-expedition.html' title='Honeydew Milkshake Expedition'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-4186531675452807287</id><published>2009-10-08T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:43:42.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kobato^^</title><content type='html'>Kobato is out! Another CLAMP work^^ (and don't worry. Not all anime related in this post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even mentioned Kohaku from Wish and there's the Usagi mascot from Wish as well. I wonder how they are related. I haven't got the time to read the manga because if  am going to start now, I am not going to get any work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually I do have a lot of things to do, but my procrastination action made it like I am very free. Short semester is not relaxing at all.  Assignments queuing up to be completed and final is around the corner, being me as usual, did not manage to get anything productive done. But please don't ask me how I still manage to watch video (only one per day and its not everyday!) but I believe it is one way to rest and not only focus on work. Or in another words, I am giving my self a reason. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I am re-watching Code Geass? Cause Lelouch is worthy to be admired and I want to indulge more in his genius way of thinking and strategy. Just because smart guy is awesome. And no Wai Ling (just in case you read this), unfortunately I cannot inherit his geniuses. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiemin said that I haven't been updating blog. Busy but not that busy until I couldn't update. I do have a lot of things to say actually and plan to write it down here but its already written down in my brain, I found myself lazy to write it down here. And blogging isn't just as fun and carefree its used to be because blog is suppose to be a place that I can voice out my opinion but it just isn't it now. Or maybe I need to improve my sense of vocabulary and confused all of you with my bombastic vocabs.  I wonder will I able to achieve that? I heard that to improve vocabs, they read dictionary because merely knowing and guessing the words are useless, one have to really grasp the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*glance at the thick dictionary*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, don't think I can accomplish that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-4186531675452807287?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4186531675452807287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=4186531675452807287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4186531675452807287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4186531675452807287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/10/kobato.html' title='Kobato^^'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-7509439120183277079</id><published>2009-09-21T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:33:47.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora Hearts</title><content type='html'>I am able to catch up with current episodes of Tears to Tiara and Pandora Hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;Pandora Hearts^^ minus those creepy dolls. I have always dislike those human looking dolls (with the exception of Barbie). And PH have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of those creepy dolls that I have to look away so many times for one of the episodes. Kind of get used to it after watching them so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was watching, something came to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Might contain spoiler, that is if you think that Character's name is considered as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Alice, Mad Hatter, Cheshire, bunny(and many more others that implied) came from 'Alice in the Wonderland'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oz came from 'Wizard of Oz'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what comes next? All this are stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought of "Jack and the Beanstalk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? The character really revealed his name as Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore me. I tend to do some thinking about random things whenever I am watching show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-7509439120183277079?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7509439120183277079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=7509439120183277079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7509439120183277079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7509439120183277079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/09/pandora-hearts.html' title='Pandora Hearts'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-4672424918790368073</id><published>2009-09-19T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:56:56.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain go away.</title><content type='html'>Rain, rain go away. Do not come back another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is killing me. I hate rain, especially the ones with thunders involved. Probably apart from me being a pig, there must be a part of cat in me too.  I hate getting wet, I hate the splashing of water, I don't like the sound of raindrops and I hate the gloomy skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my sunshine, dry and warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: It's raining! Its been a long time I played under the rain (referring to us walking under the rain with umbrella and still get drenched)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;rain.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You hate rain? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because I don't like  rain.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: I love playing under the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so cute&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am getting lazier in updating. It's just that everything is written out in my brain and its no longer necessary to write it down her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-4672424918790368073?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4672424918790368073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=4672424918790368073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4672424918790368073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4672424918790368073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/09/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain rain go away.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-2576224795333504838</id><published>2009-09-13T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:20:21.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0 knowledge in Korean</title><content type='html'>Ahhh~  I can't understand a thing about Korean! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to mum cutting off my Disney that I am addicted to Korean dramas and there is this drama that I like watching because of one couple there. They were so cute together and I love it too when they argue. (I think I like couples who argue first before they get together...like Athrun and Cagalli)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was watching it in advance without subs and now they are officially together (skipping the rest) but I don't know what the hell they said before they get together or any of their scenes together! The tears and some words that I am trying to interpret (Chuaeyo?) Does it means like? Hate? ....Forget about it. My knowledge about Korean language is almost close to nut.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. They are  holding hands! They are so cute! Oh did I mention the girl is very sweet,pretty and cute too? They guy...I like him XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Did I mention I squealed in delight and go 'Awww' all the time? Silently I might add XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-2576224795333504838?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2576224795333504838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=2576224795333504838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2576224795333504838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2576224795333504838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/09/0-knowledge-in-korean.html' title='0 knowledge in Korean'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-8460734733592864631</id><published>2009-09-09T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:02:02.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thought that I should write something.</title><content type='html'>The short semester is already started for 2 week and somehow I still feel like I am in a holiday mood, probably because I only have 3 day class per week. Although having long hours for lectures and tutorials isn't exactly a good thing. My brain can barely catch up with so many information in a day. Business Statistics is mathematics once again with formulas and Corporate Communication...let's just  say I haven't get a hang of it, not the slightest bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short semester is all about rushing rushing and rushing. Though we can have our holiday sooner! But then it will be internship time. I wonder how will my internship be but its still a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-note: Never ever drink excessive amount of cold water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-8460734733592864631?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8460734733592864631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=8460734733592864631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8460734733592864631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8460734733592864631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-thought-that-i-should-write.html' title='Just thought that I should write something.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-8811170799556999849</id><published>2009-09-03T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:24:36.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!</title><content type='html'>I am very heartbroken right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Microsoft Excel got something wrong few months ago, so today I decided to reinstall my whole Microsoft Office. I uninstall everything and that stupid CD lost some of the files! So now I got no Microsoft Office and other applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious Microsoft Word!  *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Brother is not living in the same house so he can't help me. I hate it when something is wrong with my computer. I am already not a technology savvy, the only thing I am good at is online and typing in Microsoft Office, and now this have to happen. I should have just let it be and don't care whether my Excel works or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all things, my Microsoft Office!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really stop moping about it. Guess I have to wait for my brother to come back after all. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-8811170799556999849?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8811170799556999849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=8811170799556999849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8811170799556999849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8811170799556999849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/09/argh.html' title='Argh!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-951467817567296925</id><published>2009-08-28T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:13:27.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin 07-Ghost</title><content type='html'>Was busy watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07-Ghost&lt;/span&gt; for the past five days(due to slow connection during the afternoon and I have panda eyes because I watch till 4 everyday). Now waiting for episode 22.  Well, my holiday went by rapidly because I follow the recommendation of the website where I usually watch anime saying that it is a nice one. And indeed it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thoughts on it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love the plot, love the art and there is a little bit of humour there.(exactly what I like in an anime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More males than females. Tend to hate certain female leads except really admirable ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Though I found Mikage and Teito "I will protect you even if it costs me my life..." (something like that) annoying as they repeated it for the umpteenth time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Episode 9 and 10 freaking killed me. Never expected that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love  &lt;/span&gt;the villians. (Hyuuga calling Aya-tan!^^)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burupya is co cute that I want to huggle him so much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bishops....priceless XD (Though I can't help to think why "Labrador". It makes me think of dogs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, willing to move my lazy bum to change the layout. No idea how to change the size of the font and I seriously cannot change my my FeedJit. It ran away &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now. Two more days. I shall go find some other nice animes to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-951467817567296925?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/951467817567296925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=951467817567296925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/951467817567296925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/951467817567296925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/08/lovin-07-ghost.html' title='Lovin 07-Ghost'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-5970607300516287312</id><published>2009-08-17T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:52:50.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I do?</title><content type='html'>I finished the whole 'Shopaholic series' yesterday although how slowly I tried to read. Instead of stay reading for hours, I went out to help mum, watch tv, or play piano. However....my effort seems to be in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-5970607300516287312?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5970607300516287312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=5970607300516287312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5970607300516287312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5970607300516287312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-should-i-do.html' title='What should I do?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-1342162941040978716</id><published>2009-08-15T01:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T02:05:33.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grab a popcorn and enjoy.</title><content type='html'>First and for most, I fell in love for the first time in my 19 years of history....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....with a pair of high heel shoe. It's a all close up type and its not the extravaganza type of pretty, its the simple with almost no design pretty(at least to me) and this is a BIG news. Why? This coming from a person who almost loathes going to a shoe shop because 1) I need size 8 and above and guess what, it's frustrating to ask the sales person to get me the size every time and to the horror, if it doesn't fit, I have to ask them to get me a 9 and 2) Nice design and I like them, no size; got size but don't like design. Call me picky whatever. Shoes are although just something to wear, you got to like it. If you don't have the feel towards the shoe, you will less likely to wear it and therefore, waste of money. 3) They got the size, they got the design, but the heels are too high. Pathetic me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only for export! Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I continue any long winded speeches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should announce that Holiday is here. No more exam. And Thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall skip how was my examination, some are so-so, some are horrible, terrible and vegetable. So, these few days was extremely tiring, stress building up, things to read seems to be endless and of course, the cut down of the hours that you can actually sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in wee hours and only to force myself to wake up just a little bit earlier compared to the usual sleep-till-12- and-still-no-need-to-wake-up habit. I have to keep on setting up alarms to wake up because knowing me, I will roll and roll till I fall back asleep again and even though I successfully woke up, I will still sit there and eat my breakfast extra slowly while watch few hours of TV before I actually get started ( to only online back later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO although  I am dead tired, my eyes are all red and not to mention I officially changes from sleeping all the time pig to now not able to sleep with huge panda eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... I think I have a pretty long list of what I should do this holiday and let's just see how many I can accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;To actually start thinking of plots and ideas for my currently on hiatus for months fanfic, write and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; it. I am not being fructiferous when I am supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the Shopaholic series with the exception of 'Confession of a Shopaholic' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt;. Anyone have the book? Attempt to read slow wasn't going really well. Although I spend hours helping mum and watching TV, I am already 4/5 of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the connection is good and if I still want to, I want to re-watch Bleach. Last semester I succeeded 10 episodes but I still got 222 episodes to re-watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will probably change the layout since everyone, including me sometimes complained that it is loading ever so slowly that tortoise won the race few times back. But I adore this layout...and still contemplating whether to change it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the book fair! I looked forward to going one because I have never been to one before. I wonder if they have sales but probably not. Not sure I will be purchasing any book (*gasps* Did you just hear me say that? Me, who used to spend hundreds on books in less than an hour) because I am running short on money. My brother is still unwilling to pay me back what he owes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get myself a new jeans. Because my although with belt is still dropping. Anyone know when got sales?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get myself a heel shoe that is suitable for interview/work. But mum is busy to go out with me. I kind of need her to test the shoe size for me. Me and my mum same size, only that her's is slightly wider than mine. What did I say about giant leg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And I have been telling my mom why she wasn't hardworking when she had the chance to study Japanese &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free of charge&lt;/span&gt; so that she can teach me?! And every time I have to wait for subs, or scanlations, I will go complain to her. She kept on saying how much she dislikes it and her manager even have to force her everyday to go for the lesson. *laughs* Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is my mother. I guess it all pays back. She is free from learning it but she got me bothering her about Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's going to strike 2 soon and I am not sleepy at all. And I have a huge temptation to just read finish off 'Shopaholic Abroad'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....And I watched Bleach 232 (finally). Sode no Shirayuki is so pretty and strong. The best thing is it features Rukia for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; episode. And with Ichigo calling out 'Rukia' makes me happy. *nods* *nods* I am pairing them up together on my own. I like pairing characters up. That is what I do all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so peeps.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Holiday'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dear college friends (except for Wai Ling, you have to wait till Tuesday).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-1342162941040978716?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/1342162941040978716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=1342162941040978716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1342162941040978716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1342162941040978716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/08/grab-popcorn-and-enjoy.html' title='Grab a popcorn and enjoy.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-2148428959117565787</id><published>2009-08-11T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:40:53.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>While I was eating dinner and mum and dad was watching badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum commented on the China guy in the mixed double. Earlier I was commenting about how fair is the guy is because of the colour difference on his arm. Then she said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Ai yo. So black his amazing jungle!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of guess what it is but I couldn't be sure so I asked '...what amazing jungle?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'His armpit lah!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I thought it was a shadow.' Mum after hearing my reply just looked at me with (-.-) expression that I couldn't help but laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being random. Really headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-2148428959117565787?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2148428959117565787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=2148428959117565787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2148428959117565787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2148428959117565787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_11.html' title='.....'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-8535761800561044071</id><published>2009-08-09T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:02:52.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is the day!</title><content type='html'>Final exam officially starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little nervous now, must be the thought that I am still not fully prepare for the first subject. Business Information System. Frankly speaking, I only read the tips and neglect the rest. Hopefully, it came out from the given tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on staring at the paper with the attempt of memorizing but that effort is not working so far. I shall go continue my studying while relaxing at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-8535761800561044071?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8535761800561044071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=8535761800561044071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8535761800561044071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8535761800561044071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/08/tomorrow-is-day.html' title='Tomorrow is the day!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-8884629757852793384</id><published>2009-08-05T15:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:43:24.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I laughed...seriously.</title><content type='html'>What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he so desperate on getting a girlfriend that he will just ask any female he knew or because I suit his whatever weird taste he has. I am pretty sure its not the latter one. I am being polite to him because I considered him as someone I know (well the brother of my ex-classmate) but why won't he get the clue that I don't wish to go out with him, I don't want to be together with him, I don't want to date, I don't like all this stupid things?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which 'I am not interested in dating' that he doesn't get it. He must be pretty desperate in getting a girlfriend to have ask me. *shakes head* I pity him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Rejected him for the third time and I think will and hopefully be the last one. I had enough of finding ways to avoid his questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn, he got the guts to ask me whether I am lesbian or not! *laughs* Rest assure, I am very much normal. Maybe I should smack him in the head? What's the fun of trying to date just like how he suggested when I don't even like him? No special feeling, in fact I found him quite annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with me just because I am not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my progress in studying is disappointing. It seems like nothing is getting into my head and the fear is lurking around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-8884629757852793384?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8884629757852793384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=8884629757852793384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8884629757852793384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8884629757852793384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-laughedseriously.html' title='I laughed...seriously.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-2029346906053179473</id><published>2009-08-04T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:47:42.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;_____;</title><content type='html'>I am seriously heart broken now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watanuki that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freaking idiot&lt;/span&gt;! What was he thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His decision to do that makes me bawl my eyes out. The look on Doumeki's face is so ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! He even starts smoking like Subaru in Tokyo Babylon/X. That fellow is another heartbroken lost man and now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if CLAMP ever have a good ending planned in mind? Or are we going to bawl our eyes out again for another unhappy ending?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-2029346906053179473?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2029346906053179473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=2029346906053179473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2029346906053179473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2029346906053179473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=';_____;'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-5200796244152979482</id><published>2009-08-02T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:42:55.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner.</title><content type='html'>I went to a wedding dinner last night of my mother's friend's daughter. We left around 5.45 to only reach there at 7.30 in Eastin Hotel. Stupid traffic jam! The banquet was supposed to start at 6.30 but almost everyone is late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are seated at the 2nd table and mum gets together with her old friends while I was there playing Quadrapop. Yes, I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bored. The feats started around 8 something, so I was hungry till I am full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is enjoyable, I love the wine and managed to drink at least 7 glasses of them^^ but unfortunately cannot take any nice pictures until the end of the feast where everybody starts talking and somebody leaving. Came back around 11 something. Wanted to study but ended up chatting with my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep whole night because my cousin snores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. Basically I din do anything these few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-5200796244152979482?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5200796244152979482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=5200796244152979482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5200796244152979482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5200796244152979482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/08/dinner.html' title='Dinner.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-6717540195073584717</id><published>2009-07-31T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:59:02.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah.</title><content type='html'>I've been really hardworking in catching up anime and manga for 'Emma~ A Victorian Romance' again. I slept 3 something to 4 just to finish them up and I succeeded after 3 days^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both anime and manga are very good. There is some minor difference in Season 1 with the manga but there are more differences in plot in Season 2. Both plot is equally nice. It's a cute, romantic and slightly sad story, nevertheless with a good ending. Among all the characters, I love little Colin the best (with the exception of William and Emma of course). He is such a timid little boy that makes you go 'Aww' and hug him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if only I am that hardworking when it comes to studying. Here mum thought I was studying hard, quiet in the room, I was busy entertaining myself. I never even touch a thing. It seems like my studying mood is lost somewhere in the Pacific Island perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-6717540195073584717?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/6717540195073584717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=6717540195073584717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6717540195073584717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6717540195073584717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/bah.html' title='Bah.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-3135780029718262303</id><published>2009-07-31T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:48:42.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorian Gray Trailer</title><content type='html'>Okay. That's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a 'Dorian Gray' movie coming out (there is already a trailer), I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so need&lt;/span&gt; to watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dY93VUQSMo4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dY93VUQSMo4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jumps in anticipation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorian Gray! After so many many years ago of reading that book, there is finally a movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-3135780029718262303?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3135780029718262303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=3135780029718262303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3135780029718262303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3135780029718262303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/dorian-gray-trailer.html' title='Dorian Gray Trailer'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-6924919876776451390</id><published>2009-07-29T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:06:15.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were really silly about forgetting to take the exam token for our supposing-ly exam tomorrow. We went all the way up to Block C, up to our class and less than a minute we put down our bags, we have to rush back down to Block A to get our exam token.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office close! 5 o'clock already &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we saw notice about tomorrow exam cancel and will be replaced on the 13th. Two exam on the same day. Tsk Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-6924919876776451390?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/6924919876776451390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=6924919876776451390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6924919876776451390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6924919876776451390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-were-really-silly-about-forgetting.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-2692659697652277038</id><published>2009-07-27T13:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:40:45.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty  boy?</title><content type='html'>I was watching the 'The Curse of the King Tut's Tomb' earlier and we can skip how much I love Egypt and its mythology, or whatever mysterious curses exists. So yea, well I was watching, King Tut appeared on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was unconscious and when the camera filmed in very closely, I noticed he looked very pretty with his eyes closed and all. However, after much effort, I still couldn't find his sleeping face. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took the initiative just to find his pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/Sm05c8Xi_7I/AAAAAAAAALA/SEZXCWtaBn8/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/Sm05c8Xi_7I/AAAAAAAAALA/SEZXCWtaBn8/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363005900672139186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that he looks better with eyes closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/Sm05d5jFj9I/AAAAAAAAALI/jMrz1DIHJOo/s1600-h/180px-Franciscobosch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/Sm05d5jFj9I/AAAAAAAAALI/jMrz1DIHJOo/s320/180px-Franciscobosch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363005917095104466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked manlier here. Maybe because the make up wasn't too obvious. It makes me wonder if I get the correct picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/Sm09Q6Vz9EI/AAAAAAAAALg/KktcxzJhMBw/s1600-h/0002936290.gif.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/Sm09Q6Vz9EI/AAAAAAAAALg/KktcxzJhMBw/s320/0002936290.gif.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363010092016071746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/Sm05eWp2kaI/AAAAAAAAALY/dB04h2vKv6g/s1600-h/IMG_0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/Sm05eWp2kaI/AAAAAAAAALY/dB04h2vKv6g/s320/IMG_0374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363005924908110242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now King Tut. Yea, he looked much better asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/Sm05eK5gd9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/90enDKYWij0/s1600-h/33519817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/Sm05eK5gd9I/AAAAAAAAALQ/90enDKYWij0/s320/33519817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363005921752545234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Tut in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Credits: To whomever I take these pictures from. Thank you^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the sake of fulfilling my curiosity on who is this 'looked very pretty while sleeping King Tut'. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-2692659697652277038?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2692659697652277038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=2692659697652277038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2692659697652277038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2692659697652277038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-boy.html' title='Pretty  boy?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/Sm05c8Xi_7I/AAAAAAAAALA/SEZXCWtaBn8/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-6017694167971647370</id><published>2009-07-25T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:18:41.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bunch of Quiz Results XD</title><content type='html'>Jelly asked us in her blog what's our blogging personality. Here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 224px; height: 570px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Blogging Type Is Thoughtful and Considerate &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/thoughtful.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You're a well liked, though underrated, blogger.&lt;br /&gt;You have a heart of gold and are likely to blog for a cause.&lt;br /&gt;You're a peaceful blogger - no drama for you!&lt;br /&gt;A good listener and friend, you tend to leave thoughtful comments for others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see, I don't know its true or not. But one thing for sure, I don't blog for a cause. I blog randomly with no purpose at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What type of writer I should be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Be a Romance Novelist &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/romance.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You see the world as it should be, and this goes double for all matters of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;You can find the romance in any situation, and you would make a talented romance story writer...&lt;br /&gt;And while you may be a traditional romantic, you're just as likely to be drawn to quirky or dark love stories.&lt;br /&gt;As long as it deals with infatuation, heartbreak, and soulmates - you could write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well that explains why I tend to write romance. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;XD&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How rare is your personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INTP) &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Your personality type is goofy, imaginative, relaxed, and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 4% of all people have your personality, including 2% of all women and 6% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Perceiving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I get a normal personality for another quiz  =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you immature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Somewhat Mature &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouimmaturequiz/mature-2.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You definitely act like an adult sometimes, but a big part of you is still a kid at heart.&lt;br /&gt;While your immature side is definitely fun, you're going to have to grow up sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Yay! I get a somewhat mature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you introvert or extrovert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 30% Extrovert, 70% Introvert &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/introvert.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You are quite reserved&lt;br /&gt;You aren't afraid of social situations...&lt;br /&gt;But you very much prefer to go it alone&lt;br /&gt;And why not? You're your own best friend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; That's true^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What age do you act?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Act Like You Are 15 Years Old &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatagequiz/teen.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You are a teenager at heart. You don't quite feel like a grown up yet, but you don't feel like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're quite rebellious, and you don't like being told what to do. You like to do things your way.&lt;br /&gt;You have your own unique style, taste in music, and outlook on life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speechless. Don't know what to say about the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How weird are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 70% Weird &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-4.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right?&lt;br /&gt;But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooo! That can't be true! I am normal~ ....I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-6017694167971647370?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/6017694167971647370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=6017694167971647370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6017694167971647370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6017694167971647370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogging-personality.html' title='A Bunch of Quiz Results XD'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-4056632065101856320</id><published>2009-07-24T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:49:43.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And oh! Did I mention I cut my hair again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time it's too short. Not to my liking but there is nothing I can do but to wait for it to grow longer.  I looked weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum loves seeing me having a short hair. So she ends up saying I look great.  Mum asked dad, dad will always say beautiful. Both person cannot be trusted. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-4056632065101856320?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4056632065101856320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=4056632065101856320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4056632065101856320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4056632065101856320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-oh-did-i-mention-i-cut-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-827544839397517955</id><published>2009-07-24T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:06:39.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Stolen from Kah Ann and Xiemin :D Hope you girls don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;August - October Short Semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30pm - 5pm Business Statistics (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am - 11am Business Statistics (T2)&lt;br /&gt;2pm - 5pm Corporate Communication (T1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30pm - 5pm Corporate Communication (L)&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know how to endure the 4.5 hour class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30-Jul-09, Thursday  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.00AM  Exam Hall &lt;br /&gt;BB101 Business Communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10-Aug-09, Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30P.M  Exam Hall &lt;br /&gt;BB102 Business Information System&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13-Aug-09, Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00A.M  Exam Hall &lt;br /&gt;BB105 Introduction to Management &amp;amp; Organizational Theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14-Aug-09, Friday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00A.M  Exam Hall&lt;br /&gt;BA102 Cost &amp;amp; Management Accounting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-827544839397517955?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/827544839397517955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=827544839397517955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/827544839397517955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/827544839397517955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/stolen-from-kah-ann-and-xiemin-d-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-1390638726197947535</id><published>2009-07-24T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:01:13.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freckles and Moles</title><content type='html'>My face keeps on growing mole (I suppose you call them that?). You know those small black mole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, I spotted 3 new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freckles is already getting darker and the population is getting bigger. Now the mole population decided to terrorize my face as well. I am pure Asian. Asian doesn't suppose to get freckles. And I have never set eyes on Asian who got so many moles on the face like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already got approximately 12 visible mole. The not so visible one are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;numerous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a good girl listening to mum putting UV cream whenever I remembers but I must say they are getting worse and worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-1390638726197947535?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/1390638726197947535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=1390638726197947535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1390638726197947535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1390638726197947535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/freckles-and-moles.html' title='Freckles and Moles'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-7222206261623085899</id><published>2009-07-22T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:23:52.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Am Really Stupid.</title><content type='html'>Presentation and assignment is all over. I am very relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, today my carelessness is at the peak! I got my CMA mid term mark, not good but satisfactory and then while we were discussing it, something about my BIS presentation came into my mind and I totally forgotten to hand in back the paper, mistaken it as another note and put it back into the file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I went back and gave it back to her, she doesn't want to accept my paper. My mid term marks is gone. I can just hope that she will be kind enough to accept my paper and key in the marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-7222206261623085899?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7222206261623085899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=7222206261623085899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7222206261623085899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7222206261623085899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-i-am-really-stupid.html' title='Because I Am Really Stupid.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-2858301392782689545</id><published>2009-07-17T17:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:23:19.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo x Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SmBPUSkP83I/AAAAAAAAAK4/4cMUWB7X9ls/s1600-h/Romeo%2520x%2520Juliet%252009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SmBPUSkP83I/AAAAAAAAAK4/4cMUWB7X9ls/s320/Romeo%2520x%2520Juliet%252009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359370766570746738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Romeo x Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SmBMIvc4RsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_gHnTdbWRgw/s1600-h/romeoxjulietar0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SmBMIvc4RsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_gHnTdbWRgw/s320/romeoxjulietar0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359367269631149762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the fantastical aeropolis of Neo Verona, the noble house of Capulet had ruled peacefully for generations - until fourteen years ago, when the ancient grudge held by the rival house of Montague led to a mutiny, and the Capulets were deposed and all wiped out in a bloody coup. Now, as Neo Verona suffers under the thrall of its new masters, the fates of two star crossed lovers are about to become tragically entwined... As the citizens of the city suffer, the Capulet clan struggles to strike a blow against their enemies, and the Montagues tighten their grasp on power, an unlikely love blossoms between Romeo and Juliet - but in the face of such adversity, this ill-fated love may be doomed from the outset. Triumph or tragedy; only fate knows what awaits Romeo and Juliet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit: Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know Romeo and Juliet died. Not a very happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*spoilers ahead*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the anime 'Romeo x Juliet'. Not much difference. They still die but I believe that's the very best ending they can ever have. It was beautiful, it was sorrowful, it was touching but they were together eternally. They were such a sweet and cute couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have watched this show two years ago, and now that I watch it again, I thought of the same thing. "Of all the methods they can die, one will have to die by turning into a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; freaking tree&lt;/span&gt; while one died,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stabbed by a tree root&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with you Mr. Tree/Escalus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they have their own ending. Their very own happy ending. The people's are safe. Francisco became the leader and why in the world is Curio selling vegetables? Shouldn't he be at Francisco's side and be his side kick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. My FXC fan side is kicking me in the gut now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Spoilers end*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, although its a little bit late for recommending show but hey at least I recommend. I didn't have a blog back in 2007 anyways. It was only after SPM that I did. So I am forgivable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-2858301392782689545?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2858301392782689545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=2858301392782689545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2858301392782689545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2858301392782689545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/remeo-x-juliet.html' title='Romeo x Juliet'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SmBPUSkP83I/AAAAAAAAAK4/4cMUWB7X9ls/s72-c/Romeo%2520x%2520Juliet%252009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-3011493706723709069</id><published>2009-07-12T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:35:11.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conned over a bowl of noodle.</title><content type='html'>I've been conned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a seafood noodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That costs me RM 23+ for a bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a hawker stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't even taste that nice as my brother said it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; trust my brother again (well he knew it was expensive but not to that extent while I am 100% innocent). And here I thought I have no need to pay during weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Tsk. How very wrong I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to pay him back because he got no money. Now, my purse is empty. Not even a one dollar note. Mum is sponsoring my brother because he is broke so I don't dare to ask her to give me any pocket money. I think I will have to bring my own lunch to college if I don't dig out some cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money oh money, come to your big sister Mun Yee here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! They sound almost the same!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-3011493706723709069?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3011493706723709069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=3011493706723709069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3011493706723709069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3011493706723709069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/conned-over-bowl-of-noodle.html' title='Conned over a bowl of noodle.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-6761346847725051769</id><published>2009-07-10T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:10:02.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>Lessy has been a sore topic these two days and it will still be the days that is to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took him away today and I don't dare to go out to say my last goodbye to him. I can only look at him from far. It broke my heart when they put him in the cage. For so many years of his life, he has never been into a cage before. I was thinking at that moment "Lessy must be very uncomfortable inside the cage.He must be scared." When the lorry drove away, he just looked so sadly back at mom while I was crying my heart out in the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on thinking how is he doing now but mum told me Lessy is already dead. I missed him so bad. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to immerse myself in doing something else, instead of just doing nothing and start thinking. Whenever I am free, I will remember my dear Lessy and tears will start to flow. Even mentioning of Lessy made me cry. My eyes are already swollen. So, do me a favour. Don't mention him for awhile? At least until I got used to him no longer here with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to lighten up the mood, I try to do survey. Tagged by XM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;4. With the answers, give your own comments on how they relate to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) How are you feeling today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibitsunda Kao - Saitou Tsuneyoshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an instrumental song. No lyrics but its freaking creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That means I am feeling creepy today? I thought I was feeling sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Will you get far in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over - Riya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started and it's already over? This really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) What's your best friend's theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minna Daisuki - Buono!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct translation: I love  everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally something that suits the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) What is the story of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheel of Destiny - See-saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantly turning and changing. Well, life is always changing. That's very fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) What was high school like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promised Land - Nami Tamaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have no idea how high school is a promised land. Maybe it promised me a secure SPM certificate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) How can you get ahead with life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical - High School Musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this song a little bit too late here? I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do not &lt;/span&gt;want to get ahead with life with just high school. Please~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) Whats the best thing about your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heiwa e no Inori - Yuki Kajiura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct translation: Prayer for Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my friends are always praying for peace? That's good. Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) Describe your grandparents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna ni Issho Datta no ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct translation: We were so close together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea I should be happy anot since my grandparents are all dead. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) How's your life going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaze no Machi he - FictionJuntion KEIKO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct translation: To the town of wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is windy? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) What will be played at my funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dango Daikazoku - Chata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct translation: Dango Big Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should feel happy that I am part of the 'dango' family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) Will you have a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud - ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I should be proud of my life now?  I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12) What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry - Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs* I guess that's a bad thing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13) Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space and Time Act 2 - S.E.N.S Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another creepy instrumental song. People will secretly lust after me in another space and time XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14) How can you make yourself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synchronicity - Yui Makino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really don't know how to relate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15) What should you do with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will - Sowelu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song tells me I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; have to do something with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16) Will you ever have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone with the Sin - HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean you are cursing me so that I won't have children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17) What song would you strip to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eien no Negai - Seki Tomokazu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct translation: A wish for eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely do not want to strip for eternity. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18) What does your mom thinks of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compass - ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always changing direction? I really shouldn't be laughing about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19) What is your deep, dark secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meikyuu Butterfly - Mizuki Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, this mysterious song fists the question but it doesn't answer what is my deep dark secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20) What is your enemy's theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houkai suru Yakata - Saitou Tsuneyoshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clueless. @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21) Whats your personality like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange Name - Yuki Kajiura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have a perfectly fine name but its implying that I have a strange personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22) What will be played at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuki Hitotsu - SEE-SAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct translation: One moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems nice^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23) Tag 10 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ Jess&lt;br /&gt;♫ Miki&lt;br /&gt;♫ Yvonne&lt;br /&gt;♫ Edwin&lt;br /&gt;♫ Chris&lt;br /&gt;♫ Evans&lt;br /&gt;♫ Lisa&lt;br /&gt;♫ Kenneth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-6761346847725051769?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/6761346847725051769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=6761346847725051769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6761346847725051769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6761346847725051769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-5355707868878231931</id><published>2009-07-09T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:42:08.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye My Brother.</title><content type='html'>Lessy is going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had an infection and a big lump at his backside and it was bleeding non stop these two days. Mum applied medication but its not working. When I came back from college today, I heard mum asked the doctor whether Lessy can be put to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are worms jumping out from his wounds and the vet said that the worms are eating him internally and moreover, he's blind. Its almost impossible to save him. And he's going to die sooner or later. Mum decided to put him to sleep in order to stop him from suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether they are coming tomorrow to take him away but I know I don't want him to go. He probably doesn't even know that he will die tomorrow.  My poor Lessy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-5355707868878231931?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5355707868878231931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=5355707868878231931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5355707868878231931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5355707868878231931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-my-brother.html' title='Goodbye My Brother.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-7534471080686337144</id><published>2009-07-08T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:50:56.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And aren't I hardworking in updating?</title><content type='html'>*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I thought we are coming to en end but it seems more twist and turn is coming our way. Not one but all of it. A possible bad ending, a probably bad scheme from evil grandma...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least, I have something to celebrate about today. Our idiot king finally have some action with our female lead. It took 72 chapters to have some tiny bit of action. Not much but hey its better than nothing. After all it took 60+ chapters  for idiot king to realizes his own feeling. Which is not what a father would have felt for his daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you he's a love-able idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ending words are...killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prays* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't let all of them be another AC case. I swear my heart till now is not fully healed. 6 years is obviously not long enough for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of AC...guilt is overwhelming now. In fact they have been plaguing my head these few days already. Maybe my conscious should get the idea that I don't really have the time to get myself into writer's mode? Well....I do manage to get a few scenes and dialogues ready in my brain while waiting for my father in the car yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my connection is superb. After unable to online yesterday and today morning, I bombard them with calls - which is my expertise - and now I am able to online, I actually lost count I have to refresh the page in order to get one page to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Ice Age 3 - Dawn of the Dinosaurs yesterday. Cute cute baby dino^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-7534471080686337144?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7534471080686337144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=7534471080686337144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7534471080686337144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7534471080686337144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-arent-i-hardworking-in-updating.html' title='And aren&apos;t I hardworking in updating?'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-344228889352335326</id><published>2009-07-06T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:19:04.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long story ahead.</title><content type='html'>After much I thought, I ordered McDonald's delivery today. So, since they usually get to my house pretty fast, I quickly go to my 'happy bird bank' to get my remaining money since my wallet is empty. I waited outside while helping my mum but Mr. Delivery Man is not here yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later. Not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later. Not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later. Not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phone call*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People from McDonald's called me to ask whether I made a delivery because the delivery man found the house to be empty. He asked me three times whether I'm at home. *rolls eyes* Would I be answering the house phone if I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;at home? He asked my address then he say, he will come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later. Nope. My fillet-o-fishy is not here yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later. I am cursing.Here I am waiting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; all this time with money ready to be given to you but my meal its not here yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phone call*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello. What is  your address again? I cannot find it."&lt;br /&gt;"No. XX. Jln XXX, x/x. Single-storey house."&lt;br /&gt;"What? Restaurant?"&lt;br /&gt;"...Rumah Satu Tingkat."&lt;br /&gt;"Saya tahu."&lt;br /&gt;"Nombor rumah cik ialah?"&lt;br /&gt;"XX."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major sweat drop there. When they first picked up the line, I confirmed my address. When they transfer call, I confirmed my address again. The first time they call, they asked my address again. Now, he ask again. And how did he came up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. If its not because he was on the way when he called me, I would have cancel the order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a motorcycle passed by. If I haven't turn and look at him, I think he will just past by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My meal arrive. My french fries is already soggy. My fillet-o-fish as usual is out of shape and the fried chicken is for my family side dish. The drink is of course tasteless because the ice melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lessy boy is so smart. He keeps on following me so I gave him some of the french fries. Then he kept on sitting beside me asking for more. I fed him. Then,  I lied to him, telling him I got no more fries, so I went inside to get chili sauce. I pretended that I ran out of fries while trying to go outside the house to offer my mom some of it but he again sit next to me, looking me so sadly, wanted more fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second round. Fillet-o-fishy time. I wanted to bring outside and eat with my mum. He waited at the door there, that clever dog. First attempt, failed. Second attempt, I put the burger on top of the speaker, then showed him my hands that it is empty. Then I step outside and quickly grab the burger. Second attempt failed. He is following me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after everything is finish. I went outside. That dog don't want to bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the hell?! He follows me only when I got food. Gee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I gave him half of my french fries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Newspaper man came by today. He stop at my house and he stared at me for a moment and I stared back.  Mom greeted him and he said he thought he was in the wrong house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't speak English?" he asked. I didn't reply because I don't know who is he talking to. Then he asked me this time "You understand Cantonese is it?" and I say yes. He mumbled to himself, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh so you understand, I thought you are 'hua ren' etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think hua ren means chinese people? But why would I not understand Cantonese? I mean my mom speaks cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He probably doesn't know that I am the daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-344228889352335326?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/344228889352335326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=344228889352335326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/344228889352335326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/344228889352335326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-story-ahead.html' title='Long story ahead.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-2354762350332571031</id><published>2009-07-05T03:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:22:50.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drabble #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drabble #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sweet soft fragrance emitted from your hair, the wet damp tears soaking my shirt bought a small smile to my face . it was only once that i embraced you and never again that you will let me see your weaknesses. for that, i shall treasure the memory of the vulnerable you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written for Donuts. In Do's POV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Very sleepy. Mum is going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to kill me if I fails to wake up to go to church tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things to do: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Progress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Event:&lt;/span&gt; The wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters&lt;/span&gt;: A, C, the triple M, K and L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relationship&lt;/span&gt;: Argument and the youngest M running off. (This is the fun bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Problems: &lt;/span&gt;No time to start writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goal&lt;/span&gt;: To finish all of the chapters and make sure AC don't get a lame ending again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-2354762350332571031?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2354762350332571031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=2354762350332571031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2354762350332571031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2354762350332571031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/drabble-1.html' title='Drabble #1'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-8876871750550636977</id><published>2009-07-04T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:23:34.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah!</title><content type='html'>*pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid brother, taunting me how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; Transformer 2 movie is. I couldn't go watch it because I tend to do nothing but lying down at this time of month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a waste~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-8876871750550636977?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8876871750550636977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=8876871750550636977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8876871750550636977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8876871750550636977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/gah.html' title='Gah!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-1326875798389879148</id><published>2009-07-03T13:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:09:54.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing more birds with one stone.</title><content type='html'>In response to previous post,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that fellow&lt;/span&gt; finally admitted his wrong doing and say sorry. Kim and I is probably the happiest when he did that. the best thing is he admitted his excuses does sound stupid and gonna start doing his part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, you better don't comment about my 'Donut' obsession. Even Yuuko and Mokona (and probably CLAMP) agreed with me and the fanbase on that. Don't spoil my mood with your reluctance to just do your part in the community and laughed it off like it is nothing. You are the admin, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that one single post can have such an effect? Now, I can finally delete off those 347 messages from my LJ and let the person in charge settle them. It's a good thing alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-1326875798389879148?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/1326875798389879148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=1326875798389879148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1326875798389879148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1326875798389879148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/killing-more-birds-with-one-stone.html' title='Killing more birds with one stone.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-6099462581414579167</id><published>2009-07-01T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:22:39.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more excuses please.</title><content type='html'>I got so many things running about inside my head, battling over one another to gain the first spot....basically to be get rid off. They probably thinks that my head is not big enough to accommodate all of them and wanted more but to take a deep breath of oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame them really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see. Today things really don't go my way. First, I forgot my jacket and I was almost cold to death. Second, forgot to bring my hand phone and I get paranoid that something happened and nobody can inform me, so in the end borrow XM's phone(Thanks XM^^) to call home just to make sure my mum reached home safely after hours later of paranoing and third, when I want to listen songs with MP3 player to get rid of my boredom, it got low battery and refuses to let me listen to them. Then, ask lecturer about our current progress of our BIS assignment, he read them, comment a little, and say "If you pass up like this to me, you will fail your assignment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. As if I don't have more things to worry about, more things to do but they continuously increase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously I dislike people giving all sorts of excuses that just doesn't make sense. Please, even if it is a stupid one, please don't be so full of yourself thinking that you are not wrong at all. Telling me this and that and when I confronted you, you still acts the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the freaking point then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim, Rikka and Midori, you girls do understand what I am talking about right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean how ignorant can you be? Is my words that super bombastic that you can't understand? You just laughed it off, giving me excuses and in the end, you ignore what I told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; too just proved to me that hints are useless. Even when I straighforward to the point, yet another excuses and till now, you still do not understand what you should be doing right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kim dear, work hard with your job^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-6099462581414579167?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/6099462581414579167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=6099462581414579167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6099462581414579167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6099462581414579167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-more-excuses-please.html' title='No more excuses please.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-3203877254137624491</id><published>2009-07-01T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:37:56.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*snickers*</title><content type='html'>Okay. You see I have been writing, deleting, writing, deleting - for the past half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, whatever I have written before will not be shown in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So therefore, for the sake of updating. I will tell you all something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. I am going to sleep now. No more updating today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-3203877254137624491?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3203877254137624491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=3203877254137624491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3203877254137624491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3203877254137624491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/07/snickers.html' title='*snickers*'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-3814576967693466384</id><published>2009-06-27T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:54:59.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately pens are frustrating me to no end. Every single pen I bought ran out of ink after one week of usage. Not because I used all of them, its because they dried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to stationery shop and the pen I used to buy is not there so I bought another one. This time I hope I can use them for a long time. Its very annoying to write halfway and the ink is not coming out and you have to search for a new pen when the lecturers just talk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night I spent the whole night till 3.30 a.m. just to read finish a story book I borrowed from a friend earlier that night. 'If You Could See Me Now' by Cecilia Adhern. Needless to say, Cecilia is a very good author. Her books are always touching, heart wrenching and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;make me cry again. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I thought I can postpone reading it. How pathetic. But it was just too good to let the book down. My hand just continuously turning the pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-3814576967693466384?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3814576967693466384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=3814576967693466384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3814576967693466384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3814576967693466384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/06/lately-pens-are-frustrating-me-to-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-1043161589231919378</id><published>2009-06-21T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:23:05.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to vent out my frustration just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this fly who get into my room who knows when and now refuses to get out. It just keep on flying around the room but not out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously don't know what am I doing. I just know I am reading the notes for Cost &amp;amp; Management Accounting but nothing is entering my brain. Though its open text book, I am scared I don't even know where to find the answer from.  And here they say costing is much easier than finance, I have to say otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many complicated  and confusing theory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-1043161589231919378?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/1043161589231919378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=1043161589231919378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1043161589231919378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1043161589231919378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-to-vent-out-my-frustration-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-701471320278373162</id><published>2009-06-18T21:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:51:37.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2 and 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do my first two midterm subject all that well. Let's just say that Cherry's 'erase-the-correct-answer' decided to wake up from its sleep....again. Two more to go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it's manga related...so you don't have to read if you don't want to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*screams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I finally pick up the pieces and solved a little of the Tsubasa confusing plot. There is still doubt to my theory but hey I finally get a hang of it. If you ask me, I think it is worth celebrating...in my case of course. Nothing too important since everyone guessed it correctly ahead of me long time ago ...considering I was blurred all the way till today's chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is too many Syaoran and Sakura(after they were given a new life, they become who. Whose the real father and mother, which one is the clone...etc) that I actually got confused terribly and tried desperately to understand who and who. Not much of a progess till today when I finally can grasp just a tiny bit of what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...let's just hope it's correct. and of course the story is closing to the ending but we still have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many many&lt;/span&gt; chapters to go. Come on, it's CLAMP we are talking about here. It's nothing to be surprise about. (had enough of surprises from them that I am practically immune)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we probably won't see much of Yuuko anymore. But I can't wait to see what's in store for Watanuki and Doumeki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to watch xxxHolic: Shunmuki 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I actually forgotten about this one until I saw his face. Older Syaoran! *squeals* I only get to see the young and not to mention very adorable, as well as the teenage one. Now I get to set my eyes on the adult (a dad to be accurate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anybody will be excited to see an adult Syaoran but I am. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;P/S: And Haruhi's (from Ouran HSHC) father and mother when they were younger and obviously haven't get together is so funny. Haruhi's dad kind of remind me of Tamaki, only Tamaki is much much more of an adorable idiot that everyone can't help falling in love with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why can't Haruhi be more like her mother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know that i have been squealing, laughing, screaming and smiling like an idiot. It actually hurts my jaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-701471320278373162?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/701471320278373162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=701471320278373162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/701471320278373162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/701471320278373162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-2-and-3.html' title='1, 2 and 3'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-7187407915945215028</id><published>2009-06-15T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:29:56.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My midterm starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First subject: Business Communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I kept on falling asleep while I read. I actually lost count too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-7187407915945215028?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7187407915945215028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=7187407915945215028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7187407915945215028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7187407915945215028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-midterm-starts-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-1662591853951047885</id><published>2009-06-14T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:57:53.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerks.</title><content type='html'>Some random guy added me in MSN and I added him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he online, he ask me whether I wanted to chat. I asked him who he is (and planning to ask where he get my email from), he reply me he is 25 years old. Talk about replying my question, I don't think he understands them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he continued the conversation  by asking my age, I told him and asked me whether I am studying or not. I replied yes and he replied me this "working lo...want to have notty chat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASAKLJDHASDF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid men with their raging hormones (not all of them of course...no offense to guys out there). Did it ever crossed their mind that people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; uses MSN with good reasons instead of just like them using them just to find some girls to satisfy their raging hormones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not. If yes, I won't be here writing this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-1662591853951047885?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/1662591853951047885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=1662591853951047885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1662591853951047885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1662591853951047885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/06/jerks.html' title='Jerks.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-4945013806895077563</id><published>2009-06-13T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:17:19.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book.</title><content type='html'>One or two weeks ago, I borrowed a story book entitled 'The Kite Runner'  written by Khaled Hosseini from Wai Ling and I tried to delay my reading time which it works fine because I didn't read past 3o pages until today when I finished the whole book in less than 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, what's the point of delaying it in the first place when I am going to finish it too soon again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main point is, it is a very good book to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably its just me but I found this book heart-wrenching. The sweet fond memories of narrator's childhood brings smile to my face but it is also the childhood memories that brings tears rolling down my face. Of so many books I have read, rarely any books made me cry. The first one will be Harry Potter where Sirius died and so many other scenes that is worth crying such as when Fred lost a ear and George died, then 'P.S I Love You' that made me shed a few tears but the only book that made tears rolling down so many times and crying hard is 'The Kite Runner'.  Usually, when I read a book, I put myself in the character's place. By far, this book made it even more surreal. The emotions are overwhelming and rushing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after I am taking a short break, I managed to make myself cry again by thinking back the story and before I knew it, I am reaching out for the book just to get more tears out of the system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-4945013806895077563?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4945013806895077563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=4945013806895077563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4945013806895077563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4945013806895077563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/06/book.html' title='Book.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-5587095506955028519</id><published>2009-06-04T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:20:35.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty sleep? none.</title><content type='html'>something that I am glad is i have an account that nobody -  except that person who uses that account as well -  knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that i can't say here, i can say it there. things i can't say on both side, i got another one somewhere, although getting moldy due to lack of use. not like i have a lot of things to be not known but i do have, kept secretly inside my heart/brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro is pissing me off. I asked him the night before, 'what time you going out tomorrow?'&lt;br /&gt;and he replied me around 8 or 9 in the morning. I woke up at 9 obviously late and just prepared myself with a zombie look. My mum even asked me to go sleep back but I was reluctant since if I am late, mum have to drive dad's car and I am worried about her driving that car. Then, well I was bathing...he told mum he won't use the car so soon! He is following his friend's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASKHLAKFHAGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am online, all-set, stayed awake for almost 2 hours where I could have been sleeping! I haven't gotten any beauty sleep. I can't wait for tomorrow (Friday) so I can wake up as late as I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is always this moment when assignments and stuff build up that i tend to get pissed off...with proper reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-5587095506955028519?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5587095506955028519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=5587095506955028519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5587095506955028519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5587095506955028519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/06/beauty-sleep-none.html' title='beauty sleep? none.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-201014110830988075</id><published>2009-05-29T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:27:23.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>briefing.</title><content type='html'>Today, although reluctant and a bit not feeling well, i dragged myself to the co-op briefing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fortunately, its nice, interesting and funny. even the slides is interesting. Nothing like what we had last Friday which is pure boredom and boredom. so you get the point on how terrible is that. our speaker is an actor, some other composer or whatever, and won some award in some huge event because if i recognize hearing about something, then its got to be pretty big coming from a person who don't watch local tv programs and reading newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had fun clapping hands for people who came late too since he insisted that they walk up the stage. and every single time, people go through that stage, we clapped. Pretty fun to see some people enjoy the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i had the newest pizza from PizzaHut. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love prawns. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love mayonaise~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it had both. What else can i say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-201014110830988075?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/201014110830988075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=201014110830988075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/201014110830988075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/201014110830988075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/05/briefing.html' title='briefing.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-5137361764166839454</id><published>2009-05-27T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:20:46.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tick tock</title><content type='html'>now i remember what i want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost and Management Accounting(CMA) literally killed my brain off. Its like add math all again but with less formula. I felt happiness swelling in my heart when i can finally get the answer when the question given confused me to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, i shall continue my CMA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-5137361764166839454?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5137361764166839454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=5137361764166839454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5137361764166839454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5137361764166839454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/05/tick-tock.html' title='tick tock'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-6251037603572940132</id><published>2009-05-27T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:47:31.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another hectic wednesday</title><content type='html'>- there is a lot of things in my mind, no doubt plagued me and gets me just a little teary-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to library and i am surprised on how much I missed it, just to sit there, reading, doing something or just flying in la-la land. believe it or not, i felt accomplished, even just a little. rather than being at home all day long and stare at the computer, doing nothing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but library is the best if you go there early for you might have a chance to grab a table for yourself. Any later than 11, may you have luck searching for a place to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, i must say this, my holiday mood is not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do and i kind of dislike Wednesday because it seems like my workload seems to be due on Thursday. After a tiring day and reach home 7 something, the next thing you know, you have to get your homework started - and mind you, not in the do it slow and steady, do it or tomorrow be clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Jelly is coming back^^. It's been a long long time since I saw her online in Skype. It makes me feel like there goes another Mel Mel who went missing...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s I may be just a little paranoid there but...oh well, when I am alone, my brains seems to think too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-6251037603572940132?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/6251037603572940132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=6251037603572940132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6251037603572940132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6251037603572940132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-another-hectic-wednesday.html' title='just another hectic wednesday'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-8631126200521301108</id><published>2009-05-25T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:51:37.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facade</title><content type='html'>The warm body behind, embracing him was nothing but an illusion and will fade away soon. The kindness shown was nothing but mere pretense. Enveloped by hugs and kisses, he keeps on wondered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when will this facade ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As naive as he is, as delusional as he is, he wanted to stay in this dream. Facade or not, at the very least, he captured the sweet ecstasy in his hands - even for a very short moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to fill my own blog with random posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-8631126200521301108?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8631126200521301108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=8631126200521301108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8631126200521301108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8631126200521301108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/05/facade.html' title='facade'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-7146824363846699649</id><published>2009-05-24T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:17:16.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little wacko</title><content type='html'>I am once again lost myself with love for my boys. My beautiful, handsome boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when I am suppose to be doing something more important such as starting doing the assignment or actually start flipping the textbook/notes instead of continue to drown inside my own fantasy world or reading numerous fanfics that are waiting for me. right now. calling desperately. moaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are actually pretty persistent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;even after I repeatedly rejecting their kind offer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cheryl. Read me. Read me first. Don't stop...there are so many chapters waiting for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if one day I am not sick and twisted due to stress that is if I have any, it must be my mind that caused me to be like this. Brains are suppose to be working but they are working too aggressively on the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish my current obsession with CLAMP mangas. Will do so in another week to fully indulge myself in them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and is it just me or FMA:Brotherhood episode 8 is not out this week? I've been waiting and waiting and re-watch episode 7 just in case I have forgotten to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....alright. I have got to go. Those fanfics are calling me so passionately that I can't leave them alone. and I need to learn to tell myself this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YMY! Stop succumbing to their pleadings"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-7146824363846699649?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7146824363846699649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=7146824363846699649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7146824363846699649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7146824363846699649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-little-wacko.html' title='just a little wacko'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-1882498317494192344</id><published>2009-05-24T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:56:23.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-timed feeling.</title><content type='html'>I am currently howling in laughter. Very quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach actually aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop smiling after my laughter died down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some issues with me, vehicle, and college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No? Never mind. Allow me to wallow in self-pity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-1882498317494192344?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/1882498317494192344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=1882498317494192344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1882498317494192344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/1882498317494192344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-timed-feeling.html' title='Two-timed feeling.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-866234465481113077</id><published>2009-05-21T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:27:44.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...random</title><content type='html'>Today's lunch is interesting and funny. We had some silly conversations and we laughed till our jaw hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What conversation we had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's best if it's just between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: My light yellow sleeping gown had large numerous blue spots everywhere. I went "Mummy! Why my pajamas so ugly already?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite pajamas is ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also the first time I was mistaken as studying hard when I in actual I am flying around in la-la land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the random post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-866234465481113077?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/866234465481113077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=866234465481113077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/866234465481113077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/866234465481113077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html' title='...random'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-8548222151671635796</id><published>2009-05-20T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:57:03.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I am an idiot.</title><content type='html'>*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLAMP made me cry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shall continue my crying session*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I love-hate evil Fuuma because the good Fuuma will never do that to Kamui. I must be twisted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-8548222151671635796?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8548222151671635796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=8548222151671635796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8548222151671635796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8548222151671635796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-i-am-idiot.html' title='Because I am an idiot.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-3994725386467349966</id><published>2009-05-18T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:06:31.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking!</title><content type='html'>Shocking revelation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum actually know tiny bit of Japanese! She learned it a little when she was working in a hotel but unfortunately forgotten all of it. *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remembered how to say thank you and the numbers(with the exception of 9 and 10). Maybe it wasn't anything special but for my mum it is since her proclamation of dislike for Japanese ...due to Japanese Occupation . And I always wondered where in the world my mum learned the word "Arigatou" from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be good that she actually remembers everything and teach me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Bought one slipper and one heel. Hopefully I can walk with that heel or else I will hit myself with a hammer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-3994725386467349966?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3994725386467349966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=3994725386467349966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3994725386467349966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3994725386467349966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/05/shocking.html' title='Shocking!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-559611450247782076</id><published>2009-05-18T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:31:08.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I am troubled</title><content type='html'>Stupid requests is just plain irritating and stupid but the most idiotic one is me. I don't know whether its just me or what, depending on situation, I couldn't reject people when they are asking me to do something especially when they are damn persistent about it. I said once no, twice and when they keep on continuing bugging me about asking me help, pleading me even...that's when I hate my lenient idiotic self. Not to mention when those stupid requests came from a family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I seldom trying to know what the problem they are having. I asked, you tell me and that's it. I am no Samaritan who understand your pain and all, although I may understand but I surely wouldn't help till the extent that makes me feel bad, reluctant and unwilling. Help is only granted on my on free will and any forcing and pleading will however make me feels irritated, annoyed and left a bad impression of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am trying to repeatedly ignore and refuse someone's request, I couldn't help but to feel guilty that I am very reluctant to help him and also a part of me is screaming "I don't want to do it!" Why can't people just ask what you wanted instead of going through lengths just for that?&lt;br /&gt;Ask and you will be given. Although you have asked and you are not given, then you just have to settle it on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always an alternative options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If to get something from someone and you have to go through the pretense, making up memorize dialogues, dragging people along with your scheme of sweet coated words, sympathy, it would be better off that you don't obtain whatever you wanted to. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is the point?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I need to make a to-do-list. I am always forgetting what I should do and delaying them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-559611450247782076?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/559611450247782076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=559611450247782076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/559611450247782076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/559611450247782076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-i-am-troubled.html' title='Because I am troubled'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-9123309063475349689</id><published>2009-05-14T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:18:19.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippets of Convo</title><content type='html'>*dinner time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Afterwards Chong Mei Soon ( a friend of mine in primary school and unfortunately didn't communicate anymore) will fight with Denmark.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Chong Mei Soon? Wong Mew Choo is it?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Julia ah?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Chong Mei Soon!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Chong Mei Soon is my friend oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mum thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Yea. Wong Mew Choo.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Why don't you say Lau Pei Xi?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Wah! You remember your daughter's friend name woh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That coming from my dad is brilliant. Even Kah Ann's name become 'Kaya' to him. Mum practically howled with laughter when she told me. I guess dad was probably eating kaya when he was talking about fetching me from Ann's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-9123309063475349689?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/9123309063475349689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=9123309063475349689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/9123309063475349689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/9123309063475349689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/05/snippets-of-convo.html' title='Snippets of Convo'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-7258516120410971667</id><published>2009-05-11T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:10:50.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Timing</title><content type='html'>My nap time hour is way haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 4 till 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubted I will have a good sleep tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-7258516120410971667?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7258516120410971667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=7258516120410971667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7258516120410971667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7258516120410971667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/05/wrong-timing.html' title='Wrong Timing'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-4140953643544494800</id><published>2009-05-11T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:42:50.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AR - not so important.</title><content type='html'>This post is all related to manga/anime. So don't bother reading it if it's not your cup of tea. Contained spoilers too but CLAMP fans should have read them already. So no problem there. I just need to angst a little here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I hate reading the last chapter of Tokyo Babylon manga for a reason but I can't help to read them again and again until I actually lost count. It was sweet in the beginning and it just turned out to be so depressing in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLAMP is very well capable in making complicated but yet fantastic plots, cute cute things, beautiful artworks and not to mention blatantly obvious but not focused boy love.  Tokyo Babylon is an example of that but despite of umpteenth time of reading I kept on asking myself 'why sad ending'? Even killing off Seishiro in x/1999 but leaves us readers a big suspense of 'I...you' from dying Seishiro to Subaru. I guess we will never know what's the word in the middle but I am guessing love. Why can't they be just like Touya and Yukito in Card Captor Sakura although they are not shown to be together &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;officially (pretty obvious they are together)&lt;/span&gt; but hey at least no one is dying.  My heart actually cries out for sweet Subaru and although Seishiro is being an evil, heartless, but dashing assasin, I can't help but still love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subaru-kun finally realized that he loves Seishiro! And Seishiro killed his sister and leaves him heartbroken and died innerly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*facepalms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what fanfics are for, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am currently not so patiently waiting for the next update of xxxHolic and Tsubasa Chronicle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-4140953643544494800?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4140953643544494800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=4140953643544494800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4140953643544494800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4140953643544494800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/05/ar-not-so-important.html' title='AR - not so important.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-6912766923274624437</id><published>2009-05-08T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:51:09.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Schedule</title><content type='html'>I am behind schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do building up. My own set dateline is forgotten and I haven't even started even a bit. Not even one single word. And damn it all, its bugging me when it wasn't supposed to be that important enough to do so. Not to mention, that blasted website is not letting me in for me to do my reference and to refresh my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My agitated attitude probably comes from that superb fic I am reading. Freaking bombastic vocabularies and twisted plots that I can't help being sucked right into it. My artistic other me is kicking me in the gut and brain right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does people have to do to get their brain a rest right after a tiring week of college?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop making me feeling guilty will you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-6912766923274624437?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/6912766923274624437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=6912766923274624437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6912766923274624437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6912766923274624437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/05/behind-schedule.html' title='Behind Schedule'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-7649580258699264781</id><published>2009-05-06T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:48:05.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lecturer and notes.</title><content type='html'>BIS lecturer is funny but not for his sense of humour but more to his way of speaking and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He acted like a *cough* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sissy&lt;/span&gt; *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes with him may not be bad but due to the time which is 5 to 7, my brain couldn't really function well and in fact I am very annoyed that he kept on talking non-related things because I just wanted to go home. So it will be good to both parties if he finished whatever he needed to say and let us off early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously hope that the photocopy shop will have less people. I just want to get my notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-7649580258699264781?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7649580258699264781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=7649580258699264781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7649580258699264781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7649580258699264781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/05/lecturer-and-notes.html' title='Lecturer and notes.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-6349646114016792178</id><published>2009-05-05T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:49:19.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy.</title><content type='html'>Financial Accounting 1 - 92&lt;br /&gt;Business Economics - 90&lt;br /&gt;Business Law - 81&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentals of Marketing -82&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty proud that I achieved good marks for them especially Business Law because I can barely understand what I am reading and there is no way I can memorize them. I just read and read and not understand. That's a taboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far lectures are alright. We got lecturer who insisted we have original copies of textbook which cost us RM95 and that was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; expensive, we got lecturer that are very fierce and strict who just have many rules and don't even allow us to find her in her office without appointment and lecturer that loves to talk his past experiences about 'when I was 12 years old...' or 'I studied in a Chinese graveyards with the goats...' something like that. Still got one more lecturer and I am curious about whoever he or she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, because we had ample of free time, we went to Jaya Jusco Selatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, today is pretty much terrible for me because  my skin itchiness disease is back. It itches from the beginning till now and still itching. When I removed my stocking right after I reached home, my leg is all filled with red spots on the surface, that it looked so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; and even after soaking my leg in hot water with salt, it felt sore as if I had been walking 10 hours straight non-stop and the floor felt like rocks. Mum have to go to the pharmacy to get some itchiness tablet for me or else I will die if it itches anymore tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-6349646114016792178?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/6349646114016792178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=6349646114016792178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6349646114016792178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6349646114016792178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/05/itchy.html' title='Itchy.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-5063197247399395118</id><published>2009-05-01T12:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:42:01.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd semester timetable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behold is my second semester timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-10am Cost and Management Accounting (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-12pm Business Communication (L)&lt;br /&gt;4-6pm Introduction to Management and Organization Theory (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-3.30pm Cost and Management Accounting (T)&lt;br /&gt;5-7pm Business Information System (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-12.30pm Business Communication (T)&lt;br /&gt;2-3.30pm Introduction to Management and Organization Theory (T)&lt;br /&gt;5-6.30pm Business Information System (T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I kinda dislike classes that starts in the afternoon never mind the weather. I have to consider the availability of transport but I have no need to wake up at 6 in the morning except for Monday. Got pro's and con's. I guess that's fair.  And did you see the 5 to 7 timing on Wednesday and the one till 6.30 on Thursday? I think my stomach will be calling urgently for refilling and by the time I reach home it's already dark. And let's cross our fingers that we can get that tutorial if not we have to stay till 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are not out yet and it is making me anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized I have read FMA manga before. I only remember when I saw Barry the Chopper there. Amazingly funny but insane fellow who loves chopping people up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-5063197247399395118?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/5063197247399395118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=5063197247399395118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5063197247399395118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/5063197247399395118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/05/2nd-semester-timetable.html' title='2nd semester timetable.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-8706836031046375100</id><published>2009-04-30T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:31:40.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't really have much to say. It's just that holiday is going to end soon and during the holiday, I didn't get to learn much of driving. In fact, I only accomplished the task of finish writing. How disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, instead of reading Tsubasa manga from the beginning till the end, I am now reading Fullmetal Alchemist from the beginning till the end. With only one reason and that is to capture Roy and Riza moment because its just not enough in the anime itself. It's implied and that is why it's interesting to unraveled them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am that crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I had my haircut too. Pretty short. Even shorter than last time. There is no worries about getting my hair in order because short hair don't require any combing XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-8706836031046375100?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/8706836031046375100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=8706836031046375100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8706836031046375100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/8706836031046375100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-didnt-really-have-much-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-2837644916461558727</id><published>2009-04-26T19:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:29:33.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic Spam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WARNING!&lt;br /&gt;Pic spam ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do I do when I am bored? Other than looking like a mad woman on loose with hairs sticking out and wearing my sleeping gown(though its only till the knee there) whole day. I will not post the picture here. Why would I let people see my mad woman look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st. I draw.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRA9UGw36I/AAAAAAAAAJU/pJr55Z_adoo/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRA9UGw36I/AAAAAAAAAJU/pJr55Z_adoo/s400/DSC00015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328955681199415202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotten this from Chobits DVD front cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRBVs7wFJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vK-Wb_cYL-8/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRBVs7wFJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vK-Wb_cYL-8/s400/DSC00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328956100180972690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotten this from the DVD back cover.&lt;br /&gt;2nd. I read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRAaiMeVZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VXDNQohLVIA/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRAaiMeVZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VXDNQohLVIA/s400/DSC00007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328955083686040978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The book I am currently re-reading.&lt;br /&gt;The Poe Shadows by Matthew Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next. I am going to show you colourful things. I don't what they are called but you put in on your car seat to protect the car seat obviously and make them pretty?. My auntie in Taiping made it and asked my mum to help her sell. They are so pretty and colourful so I posted it up. The colours in the picture is a little dark compared to the real material though &gt;&lt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRAaQBWjqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zZ_7mq16gvM/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRAaQBWjqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zZ_7mq16gvM/s400/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328955078807555746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRAaftlImI/AAAAAAAAAIs/P-OsAP4Ujpw/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRAaftlImI/AAAAAAAAAIs/P-OsAP4Ujpw/s400/DSC00013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328955083019592290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRANL7h6kI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XS5j4QoHB4E/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRANL7h6kI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XS5j4QoHB4E/s400/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328954854371093058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slightly darker blue. In actual is lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRAM7SDwcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1TM7cgDdsbY/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRAM7SDwcI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1TM7cgDdsbY/s400/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328954849902182850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lighter blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRAM5eWphI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3nDSl3GLG4Y/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRAM5eWphI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3nDSl3GLG4Y/s400/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328954849416881682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A darker yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRAMp7zPVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/znYYh2dVZ9E/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRAMp7zPVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/znYYh2dVZ9E/s400/DSC00009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328954845245422930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRAMlkEKCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8LYIh3iyeDs/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRAMlkEKCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8LYIh3iyeDs/s400/DSC00008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328954844072126498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Read and pink with flower patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRCkPtlKvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_GucQLvu0o4/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRCkPtlKvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_GucQLvu0o4/s400/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328957449546574578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You fold them up. It became like this. It collapsed when I try to rearrange the colours. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mum complained to whoever on the telephone that I am being a little out of mind when I was taking these pictures. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfQ_TNAVENI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-pmz_9YsaIk/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-2837644916461558727?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2837644916461558727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=2837644916461558727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2837644916461558727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2837644916461558727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/pic-spam.html' title='Pic Spam!'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e1MzCYszqJA/SfRA9UGw36I/AAAAAAAAAJU/pJr55Z_adoo/s72-c/DSC00015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-172168689315369229</id><published>2009-04-26T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:12:16.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Thread.</title><content type='html'>Holiday. I have a quiet relaxing days at home other than driving and going out. What a relief. I had heated arguments with my mother because I refused to go out to have a haircut and getting my renewal IC done like any 18 years old should, check my eyesight (this is the worst par). All I wanted is to stay home and relax. Two days of driving around already makes me tired of going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far. I did nothing out of my to-do-list except finish writing. And I forgotten to reply certain comments which is uncommon for I never forgets to reply comments. Not even once 4 years ago. I guess yesterday was the first time and  I have no intention to reply them. Well, what's forgotten is forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watched videos here for 8 hours or more straight non-stop. I watched 'Akai Ito' or also known as '366 days~ Threads of Destiny'. I saw it from an advertisement in Astro that it's going to air soon and it's written this true story touched the heart of 36 million people and I thought that it's a pretty nice show to watch. Finally yesterday, I went into search mode. This show only consists of 11 episodes and it is pretty nice and touching. A little bit of tears jerking too. Hmm, probably not as much as 'One Litre of Tears' but I couldn't really differentiate because I cried my share in this show too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you believe in destiny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story talks about two person who shared the same birthday and the trials and challenges they have to go through to be together. Their so many coincidence is what they called destiny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there are certain parts that I hate and there is one actress which her role makes me want to slap her. Even the witch mother in Boys Over Flower doesn't make me want to slap her right that instant. Okay, she is not that bad. It's just that I don't like people acting that way about getting her love granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies. Words. Coaxing. Sympathy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-172168689315369229?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/172168689315369229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=172168689315369229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/172168689315369229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/172168689315369229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/red-thread.html' title='Red Thread.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-6062955910199792446</id><published>2009-04-22T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:11:18.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More attention to people I know</title><content type='html'>Why does everyone knows me and I don't know who they are?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I am heartless and never pays attention to whoever I know online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just randomly they come, 'Hey, Cheryl-chan. It's been a long time. You might not remember who am I...' something like that will drop by in my LJ account inbox. Well, it might triggers my memory if they used back the same username or something because I can't remember their real name and probably not even their username or even where do I know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should really pay more attention to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after she finally tells who she is....I remembered her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-6062955910199792446?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/6062955910199792446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=6062955910199792446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6062955910199792446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6062955910199792446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-attention-to-people-i-know.html' title='More attention to people I know'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-7302092962440972754</id><published>2009-04-21T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:01:39.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust the signboard</title><content type='html'>Today, I went with my mother to visit my auntie in Damansara after I decided to go out since I am bored and got nothing to do which initially I wanted to go Leisure Mall and buy some books. The drive there is eventful because after so many years of not going there, mum obviously forgotten the way to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sitting next to her, keep on telling her to go straight. And she keep on saying "Die lah. We are going to Ipoh, cannot U-turn!" all the time she was driving there. I was like, the signboard is saying BatuCaves mum, and so what if we took the wrong turn? We might as well enjoy a nice trip in Ipoh and go back to Taiping! (That's not possible I know but hey, I am just trying to console her alittle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she is the one driving and suppose to know more about me, she kept on asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mum: Need to turn anot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: Turn what? I also don't know where that road go. Go straight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~After awhile~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mum: Need to turn anot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: Where got road to turn? Where you want to go? Go straight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~After a long road~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mum:You sure anot? I never see this road before. We really are going to Ipoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: ...I am correct. Now go straight. Wrong already also have to go straight. Go straight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Even a longer road with no signboard at all~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mum: Die lah. Where are we going? How come so long also haven't see Damansara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: Go straight. I've seen this place before. (which is actually not true because it was like 8 years ago since I went there, obviously it's not the same anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mum: Turn here is it? Damansara right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: Who tell you is Damansara? You want go Puchong for what? Straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that almost 30 to 40 minutes of drive consists mostly this kind of conversation. Mum forbid me to drive there because she thought that since she has no idea how to go, it will be better if she's the one to drive. Not that I am complaining. It feels much better if I am not the one that need to drive. Well if I am the one driving, I am sure we will never get there and come back to my home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do during my break:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go buy books.&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn how to drive (if got car)&lt;br /&gt;3. Sit back and relax (if mum is not asking me to do housework)&lt;br /&gt;4. Finish writing.&lt;br /&gt;5. Read the fanfic that XM send to me two months ago.&lt;br /&gt;6. Change blog layout if there is anything nice.&lt;br /&gt;7. Read Tsubasa Chronicle manga from the very beginning till the end.&lt;br /&gt;8. Play piano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-7302092962440972754?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7302092962440972754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=7302092962440972754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7302092962440972754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7302092962440972754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/trust-signboard.html' title='Trust the signboard'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-7908076475480871374</id><published>2009-04-20T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:01:54.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is officially the beginning of holiday. I am happy because of holiday and no more studying but I am unhappy due to my Account paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever believe what your subconscious mind are telling you. Never! I was doing my account perfectly in a correct way on the rough paper but my head keep on telling me 'Yap Mun Yee, you are doing it the wrong way! WRONG way!' so many times . So I believe the another me and guess what? I am really wrong. I remember doing it this way but I was slightly confused, so I decided to the other way round which is not even in the way of teaching and doing and probably not even in the syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There my a lot of marks go bye bye. Not to mention the other mistakes I made too. I was expecting things like Income Statement and Balance Sheet but she asked me to do accrual and depreciation. Those two are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so not&lt;/span&gt; my forte. So, my depreciation can definitely say goodbye already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics paper? Here we all expecting tough tough questions just like how our tutorial, but it came out pretty unexpectedly simple. I didn't say it was easy. It was pretty confusing for me but at least way better than my Fundamentals of Marketing, Financial Accounting and Business Law. Ah...I don't want to think about them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my holiday is here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-7908076475480871374?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7908076475480871374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=7908076475480871374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7908076475480871374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7908076475480871374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-officially-beginning-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-6747208464239530319</id><published>2009-04-19T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:51:40.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the final day of my examination. I will have Business Economics and Financial Accounting 1. I am not very well prepared in these two subjects. I skipped reading text book and focus on the lecture notes (which I haven't start for accounts yet). I still have no idea how to find profit and all in Economics. My Accounts, needless to say it's always a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope that the 2 hours remaining I have, I can get something important into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why 2 hours? Because I plan to watch videos, reread xxxHolic manga again from the beginning for the 3rd time this week here in the website and TV starting from night till I sleep. It's 'Merlin' time^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-6747208464239530319?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/6747208464239530319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=6747208464239530319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6747208464239530319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/6747208464239530319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/tomorrow-is-final-day-of-my-examination.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-4675764431725155601</id><published>2009-04-12T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:00:32.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow Business Law exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know what am I reading.  I just know I am suppose to be rushing against the time but my brain is not really getting that point considering how laid back I am now. Watching videos non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Might as well relax now and let's see whether later I can push something into my brain and hopefully remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. It's a pointless post but I'm bored. YouTube wasn't functioning all that well lately. What a bummer. My only source of entertainment that involves moving people and sound because Megavideo decided to dislike me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-4675764431725155601?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4675764431725155601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=4675764431725155601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4675764431725155601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4675764431725155601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-2638289325790905751</id><published>2009-04-10T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:10:26.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction Survey.</title><content type='html'>I am not exactly being tagged by dear papaya. *shrug* Since my brain is not working today at all from morning till now, at night, I might as well do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called 50 first reactions... Type what comes to your mind first whenever you hear these 50 words. Don't think already and go back and change. Doesn't matter how random just type it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Beer : Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Food : I am wondering if I should grab myself some snack considering I am just after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Relationships : Family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Crush : Hm...none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Power Rangers : Power Rangers Wild Life? I kind of forgotten the names but they involved animals XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Life : is full of obstacles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) The President : Obama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Yummy : Chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Cars : My brother's Wira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Movie : .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Halloween : Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Sex : Male. Female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Religion : Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Hate : Liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Fear : Snake. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Marriage : Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Blondes : Bradley James. I think. Didn't really notice but he's the first one to came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Slippers : Outside on the shoe rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Shoes : My sport shoe on the shoe rack as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Asians : drama. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Pass time : Online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) One night stand : Lonely people trying to find some company or they are just plain sex-crazed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) My cell phone : Err...Walkman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Smoke : Cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Fantasy : MERLIN~ (Ignore me. I am already very deeply in love with the series. I want season 2!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) College : Exam next week. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) High school life : Well...interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Pajamas : Over sized T-Shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Stars : Pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Center : Crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Alcohol : Red wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) The word love : Eternal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Friends : Food gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Money : To spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Heartache : Cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Time : Essence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Divorce : Poor the kids if they have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Dogs : My big Lessy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Undies : Lingerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Parents : Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Babies :EAT. SLEEP. POOP. CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Ex : Example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Song : The Heart Never Lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Color : Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Weddings : Happy Ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Pizza : Royal Masala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Hangout : My room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Rest : and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Goal : Gotten hold of a Degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Inspiration : A lot of it and I am unable to write it down. Pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-2638289325790905751?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/2638289325790905751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=2638289325790905751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2638289325790905751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/2638289325790905751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/reaction-survey.html' title='Reaction Survey.'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-3883504399958206272</id><published>2009-04-08T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:07:16.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got Business Law and Fundamentals of Marketing exam next week  and Business Economics as well as Financial Accounting the following week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got abundant of things to read and there is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my brain is not cooperating with me at all. One moment I read this particular part, then less than a few minutes, I have no freaking idea what I have read. Not even one single bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. This is like somebody just dumped a cold bucket of ice water on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-3883504399958206272?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/3883504399958206272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=3883504399958206272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3883504399958206272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/3883504399958206272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-business-law-and-fundamentals-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-4186821723576570450</id><published>2009-04-06T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:19:26.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*grins* *anxious* *sleepy*</title><content type='html'>Finals are creeping nearer and sooner than I thought. I didn't make much of a progress in studying though. Ah well...with me watching YouTube and laughing till there is no voice coming out and my jaw hurts all the time, surely it is expected. I even had to fight the urge to post up some funny video/snippets about the show 'Merlin' up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes. Me and my obsession with Merlin the series. What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's slightly humourous which is the best part of it, interesting, and of course a weakness of mine... It involves magic. I always like something that involves magical, supernatural (not ghost), blah, blah,...which is the things that is not happening and will not happen in our real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...now I am going to sleep. Will continue studying again tomorrow in which I hope something actually goes into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: And oh! My b'day was enjoyable. My cousin (40+ year old) celebrated my b'day with me with his sons along with my mum. We watched Resident Evil: Apocalypse and one chinese movie on the DVD player while eating cake and chicken wings. Gotten a watch for a b'day present as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of it all is I finally get to blow candles on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; b'day cake!!! I didn't know anything about making wishes though in which they all assumed I did make my wish which I told them later I didn't because I blow the candles too soon. *laugh* Too eager to blow the candles XD. Okay. Okay. Nevermind the cake. I just want to blow the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I am 5 years old again. With cake and candles and people to sing b'day song for me. Oh I love the b'day song too. I actually clapped my hands and grinning like an idiot all the time. My mum teased me on how happy I am about people celebrating my birthday with me! It's expected isn't? I haven't been able to have a proper celebration for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. So, I really have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-4186821723576570450?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/4186821723576570450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=4186821723576570450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4186821723576570450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/4186821723576570450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/04/grins-anxious-sleepy.html' title='*grins* *anxious* *sleepy*'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840502509083718311.post-7928633156841332650</id><published>2009-03-31T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:23:39.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Screaming Merlin</title><content type='html'>I . Am. In. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the series Merlin XD. I've been missing certain episodes in TV3 and I am now currently trying not to miss any episode in Hallmark channel. I've been proclaiming my love for the series to myself and my mother but since she wasn't really sure what the hell am I talking about, she didn't scold me but they knew I am arguing with them over the TV only means Merlin, the young warlock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the DVD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for Season 2!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the DVD!!! (My mum keep on complaining that I got a lot of things to buy which in the end I didn't buy them &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Merlin starring Colin Morgan, Bradley James, Angel Coulby and Katie Mcgrath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM IN LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Ignore me. Few days without internet connection do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the DVD. I want to watch Merlin. I want DVD. I love Merlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been chanting this again and again for who knows how many days and nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merlin~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2840502509083718311-7928633156841332650?l=cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/feeds/7928633156841332650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2840502509083718311&amp;postID=7928633156841332650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7928633156841332650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2840502509083718311/posts/default/7928633156841332650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossomblossoming.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-screaming-merlin.html' title='I am Screaming Merlin'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234584019056948692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y183/nicestangel/225.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
